An Honest Prayer for Love on the Third Sunday

For the Love that still hums under all my unknowing -
teach me to trust its quiet persistence.

When my faith feels like a ruin,
when I no longer recognize the language of certainty,
when even hope feels too heavy to hold -
remind me that Love has never stopped breathing.

Not in my doubt,
not in my silence,
not in my slow undoing.

Let me feel it in the small things:
the steadiness of breath,
the warmth of a hand,
the mercy of another sunrise.

Rebuild me, not into who I was,
but into someone open -
open to mystery,
open to tenderness,
open to the sacred that refuses to leave.

For the Love that stays when belief cannot -
teach me to trust again.