Spirit of the risen Lord,
who moved the Holy One to care for friends
with his still wounded hands and pierced heart –
make me attentive to my friends
even with my fearing touch and wearing spirit.
Open my eyes to see what gifts they really are;
open my ears to hear what good they really mean to say.
Brace my spirit to feel what they need me to feel.
And as you steeled the heart of Jesus
while he lived misunderstood and they betrayed,
brace me now while I find how I have fared
in risking my self to remain true to who I am
and to be open in giving and receiving love.