Oh omnipresent Smog, though you formed me to filled with your pure Spirit, in my ignorance and greed I have corrupted your life-giving breath. In your mercy you show yourself as a pillar of toxic cloud that I may see the sin which chokes my soul and be led out of the industrial wasteland that I have built. Guide me to no longer consume the fuels of fossilized death, but set me on fire with your Holy Spirit, that others may see my clear light and give you praise. Amen.
2 thoughts on “Response #4 Smog”
Thanks Elizabeth! From what I can tell on Facebook, it sounds like trying to find God in grimy flu-ridden places has been a full-time activity for you this week!