In this clay jar,
the dust from which I came,
fragile, ancient and new.
I pray with anxiety in my soul,
may this virus-ridden world
carry forth the wisdom of the earth.
May we build sandcastles
on the shore of life,
as we shape, polish, and pray.
May we bring to this mysterious moment
the call of the Great Spirit,
who promises an adventurous plunge
into what this clay can be.