God of hosts -
We are Your vine that You planted - a vine with deep roots that fill the land…a vine that provides shade…a vine that reaches toward the sea and River.
Yet, the boars of greed, fear, racism, and hate ravage us.
Restore us.
Turn again toward us, and shine Your face upon us.
Look down from heaven and see our lives.
Have regard for us…for Your vine is wilting.
Save us, God of hosts, so our lives may return to our deep roots - roots that ground us, connect us, and open us to healing waters.
Amen.