When hard pressed, I cried to God; they brought me into a spacious place.–Psalm 118:5
This is a prayer for those spacious places where we find peace, love, and freedom. These places are both physical and metaphysical. They are urban, suburbia, rural; they are the homes of our friends, the tents of our lovers, the blankets of stars.
Oh universe of all things great and small,
I have seen the wonders of this world, and my heart.
I have been split open by the view from the tallest mountain, by the stars shining from the tallest building, by climbing the tallest tree.
These places have broken the broken parts of me,
where grief and pain have made me small and petty.
I have seen so many places where anger has made everything small,
where tiny pebbles of hate burn without fire.
I wish to live only in places where I can be my biggest self.
Places of risk, possibility, enormity, and freedom.
Places that are so immense they terrify and inspire me.
Yet, out of all the spacious and immense places I have been,
from the tallest tree that I have ever climbed
to the view from a building trying to reach the heights of Babel,
the most spacious place I have ever known is love.
Let me live there always.