Dear Divine Presence, in the silence between sirens, in the breath of a newborn and the ache of a grieving heart, in the rising tide of justice and the quiet hope of peace, we lift our voices to you today. Not in fear, but in longing; not in despair, but in sacred trust.
We pray for the weary hands of laborers, as the U.S. job market falters under the weight of new tariffs. Let not policy eclipse dignity. May every worker be seen, valued, and sustained.
We hold the global economy in our hearts, as a delayed shock ripples across nations. Switzerland reels from a 39% tariff no one foresaw, and in lands Trump says “nobody’s heard of,” chaos unfolds. May wisdom temper ambition, and may nations remember their shared humanity.
We lift up Gaza, where U.S. envoy Steve Witkoff walks among the hungry. Let aid be more than a gesture; let it be a lifeline. May every child be fed, every elder comforted, and may peace not be postponed by politics.
We mourn the lives lost in New York, where a gunman fired 47 rounds into the heart of a city. We name the fallen: Didarul Islam, Wesley LePatner, Aland Etienne, and Julia Hyman. Let their memory be a call to compassion, and may violence never be mistaken for strength.
We pray for law enforcement leaders, as ICE recruitment efforts sow division and resentment. Let partnerships be built on trust, not exploitation. May those who serve be honored, not poached.
We lament the erasure of truth, as the Smithsonian removes Trump’s name from its impeachment exhibit. History is not a canvas for convenience. Let memory be sacred, and truth be told—even when it is uncomfortable.
For all beings—the grieving and the rejoicing, the powerful and the powerless, the seen and the unseen—may peace prevail. May love lead. May hope endure. Amen 
Whispers of Grace 
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