I love this poem “School Prayer” by Diane Ackerman. The second verse speaks to me of what it means to be a Unitarian minister.
In the name of the daybreak
and the eyelids of morning
and the wayfaring moon
and the night when it departs,
I swear I will not dishonor
my soul with hatred,
but offer myself humbly
as a guardian of nature,
as a healer of misery,
as a messenger of wonder,
as an architect of peace.
In the name of the sun and its mirrors
and the day that embraces it
and the cloud veils drawn over it
and the uttermost night
and the male and the female
and the plants bursting with seed
and the crowning seasons
of the firefly and the apple,
I will honor all life
—wherever and in whatever form
it may dwell—on Earth my home,
and in the mansions of the stars.
From I Praise My Destroyer (Vintage Books, 2000)
Gorgeous! It’s funny, but when we stopped saying the Lord’s Prayer in school, we didn’t replace it with any kind of affirmation or aspirational statement… or statement of gratitude…
kind of a loss…
I wonder what society would have to be like for these words to be spoken daily in school?