Miracles

A friend sent me this prayer. 
A friend had sent it to her. 
And now I send it to you.

It might be from "My Grandfather's Blessings" by Rachel Naomi Remen.
It might be from "Mishkan T'filah: A Reform Siddur," a prayer book for Reform Jewish congregations.
I've told you all I know.
But isn't it wonderful?

For those who can't read my acrylic-coated handwriting (with gold!), here is the text.

Days pass, years vanish and we walk sightless among miracles. 
Lord, fill our eyes with seeing and our minds with knowing. 
Let there be moments when your presence, like lightning, illumines the darkness in which we walk. 
Help us see, wherever we gaze, that the bush burns unconsumed.* 
And we, clay touched by God, will reach out for holiness and exclaim in wonder: 
“How filled with awe is this place and we did not know it.”

* A reference to Moses and the Burning Bush in Exodus 3.

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