Let us pray to the God who holds us in the hollow of his hands -- to the God who holds us in the curve of her arms -- to the God whose flesh is the flesh of hills and hummingbirds and angleworms -- whose skin is the color of an old black woman and a young white man, and the color of the leopard and the grizzly bear and the green grass snake -- whose hair is like the aurora borealis, rainbows, nebulae, waterfalls, and a spider's web -- whose eyes sometime shine like the evening star, and then like fireflies, and then again like an open wound -- whose touch is both the touch of life and the touch of death -- and whose name is everyone's, but mostly mine.
And what shall we pray? Let us say, "Thank you."
From Rejoice Together: Prayers, Meditations, and Other Readings for Family, Individual, and Small-Group Worship, ed. by Helen R. Pickett, Boston: Skinner House Books, 1995.