Inspired by Sister Joan's story of the Hasidim and the disciple...
A Prayer for Transformation
O Holy One,
You who breathed the world into being and whispered wisdom onto the scrolls of old,
I have walked the paths of your Word,
I have traced the letters, studied the laws, read the stories with my eyes and lips—
But now, with trembling heart, I ask:
Let these sacred words walk through me.
Let them not remain bound in parchment or memory,
but arise, living and active, in my bones and breath.
Let them enter where no scholar’s hand can reach—
into my intentions, my silences, my shadowed places.
Unfold within me the compassion of Abraham,
the courage of Moses,
the holy yearning of the psalmist.
Let justice roll through me like a river,
and justice and mercy dwell within my soul.
dissolve my illusion of mastery,
and write your truth upon the tablets of my heart.
I do not ask for knowledge without love,
nor wisdom without transformation.
I long to be read by your Word,
to be written anew by your Spirit,
to become, not just a student of your word—
but its living echo in your world.
Amen.
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