Meditation & Prayers

Sunday Services Prayers:


Spirit of Life, God of Many Names, and One Transforming and Abundant Love,

Move within us as we go about our daily routines.

Some of us have hit our stride,

Comfortable in our new job,

excited about the addition to the family,

or that math problem is finally starting to make sense.

Others of us are unsure of what lies ahead,

Wrestling with illness,

Missing the friends who have moved away,

Or just stressed out by things that once brought newness into our lives.

May we hold all these truths in our care as we meet one another,

In our coffee hours, our classrooms, or the ride home.

Teach us to treat, with love, each story as our own;

Knowing that most of these stories,

are true for all of us,

at one time in our life.

 Bless us with a spirit of endurance,

When all we need is the strength to carry on for one more day,

A view that makes space for hope,

When a way is hard to find,

And an inclination to love –

Ever knowing that the world needs such passion,

All the more when we find it lacking in our own hearts and minds.

 May we move through our week, holding one another and knowing we are not alone.

Our hearts are with the family and friends of Bob Ralph, whose Memorial will be Saturday, April 8 at 11am here in the main Hall. May those who love him be comforted as they remember Bob and celebrate his life.


Spirit of Life, God of Many Names, Mother of Mercy

This past Wednesday the protection of transgender student , which had allowed them to use the bathroom corresponding with their gender identity, was repealed.  We are worried for our transgender friends, family, and children.  We pray for their protection from ridicule, harassment, and violence – which is often directed at transgender people who only want a safe place to use the bathroom.

We reaffirm that transgender lives matter – that all people, especially all children, have inherent worth and dignity and deserve basic safety in their schools and work. Here in our house of worship, we embrace the reality that gender is not binary, but rather is a beautiful spectrum.

May we recommit ourselves to the work for transgender equality and protection in our communities.

All around us people are hurting:

Refugees are still fleeing terror and seeking homes

A crack down on undocumented persons has led to many raids by ICE agents all over New York City this past week, leaving families afraid of being separated from one another.

People are hungry and without homes right here on Long Island and all over the world.

These are troubled times, my friends.

Yet, our Unitarian Universalist theology is one centered around hope. We know this hope comes through the good works of humans. Many congregations are talking about what it means to provide sanctuary to those in need.  We continue to work to provide shelter through HiHI and collect food each week for the local food pantry.  Through these acts, and many more, we live into our mission to nurture and heal the world. We lean in to hope.

Spirit of Hope and Love guide us to do our work – may we be generous with our spirit and heart. Where we feel resistance and fear in our lives,  may we soften and look toward love as our guide. May we continue to educate ourselves and to nurture our own spirits so we might be able to show up as spiritually mature, grounded, and capable helpers to this world. May we remember we are not alone, but connected to one another through our shared humanity and love of this faith.

As we walk into the world this week – help us to notice the pain, but not to live there. Rather let the urgency of need guide us to act, to be the light of hope in the world and an embodiment of love.

May it be so.

Amen, Shalom, and Blessed Be.


The Church is a body  By Victoria Weinstein

The church is a body.

May this body breathe and be together in the spirit of hope

May it feel held by comfort.

Those who seek consolation, may they find it in the solace of this moment.

The church is a body.

It is as strong as all the people who have ever gathered within its walls.

It is the power of all they dreamed and all that they have done.

The church is a body.

It is as vulnerable as the most newborn and untried of its members.

It is ancient, and it is ever new.

The church is a story.

It is the story of lives that are interwoven,

brought together in this place and this time

for the simple purpose of caring for one another,

and helping one another along the arduous path from birth to death.

The church is a vision.

It is a vision of unity amid diversity,

It is a vision of reverence for all of creation,

It is a vision that beckons us beyond the concerns of our own skins.

In the silence, may we abide as one body in the spirit of faith, hope and love that is the story and the vision of this church.


Spirit of Life, Mystery of Mysteries, Nameless and Eternal,

Guide us in right relationship with one another,

May our community know hope, joy, and resilience

May we continue to grow in our understanding, compassion, and love.

Let our hearts, however full of joy or grief, know the connection of one another.


We are sad to share the news that Elisabeth Woelker, mother of Birgit Woelker and grandmother of Grace Kenny died on Wednesday morning at the age of 78. She died peacefully after a long battle with bone cancer. We hold the family in our hearts this morning.

I now invite the gathering to lift up the names on your hearts and minds this morning.



Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel said, “In Selma, Alabama I learned to pray with my feet”

Mother Podell, a woman in her seventies and an adviser to Dr. King, participating in the bus boycotts in Montgomery,walked for miles every day. It is said she told Dr. King, “My feet are tired, by my soul is rested”

Spirit of Life, God of Many Names, Mother of Justice,

May we be guided to do the next right thing.

Compelled by our call to make the world just for all people;

May we know the peace of a tired body with a rested soul.

These times we live in call us to be the prophetic voice,

Not only naming, but shaping the future with what we Unitarian Universalists know to be true:

If there is salvation, then it is in this life

Through the good works of humans

Recognizing our shared humanity and the worth of every person.

Yesterday, our Fellowship had a group of marchers at the protests in D.C. and another group at the march in N.Y.C. – praying with our feet.

Spirit of Life, help us find common ground to work with those who would stand for justice, who would sit for justice, who would kneel on the football field for justice, who write letters, speak to representatives, and use the arts to amplify the message for justice – for all people.

These are trying times.

It can feel like nothing is changing and we can begin to feel defeated by the ways in which history seems to be repeating itself – but take heart, in that same history is the legacy of justice workers, prophetic voices and deeds of those who have gone before us, and a message that reminds us that justice movements have always relied on community. It is in one another we will find strength, peace, and renewal.

We are made for these times – our resilience and our passion serve us in this work, with hope as fuel and the beloved community the well from which we drink.

May we know the next right thing, the next step and have the courage to take it.

Amen, Shalom, and Blessed Be.


Spirit of Life, Mother of Hope, God of Many Names
Let us recognize the holy in the quiet places between our breaths
May we find you in the noise and joy of celebration,
in the wail of lament,
And in the stillness of a moment.
This holiday season let us take time to be with one another,
Not with the expectations we have, or the ones we fear,
Not with the shopping or the gifts,
But with the simplicity of being in each other’s company.
May we have patience as our calendar races toward the year’s end
And compassion for those around us, knowing the stress of the season can affect us all.
In the moments when we are tired and dizzy from racing the clock,
help us remember simply to breathe.
And in that breath reunite with the better parts of self;
the sacred dwelling in each of us.

As we are present with joy we are also at times present with mourning.
Today we hold in our hearts those who knew Murray Loss. Murray joined the Fellowship in October 1958 and died in New Hampsire two weeks ago.
. Before Murray moved, he was active in the Arts Circle, and a participant in the first Renaissance Faire and Renaissance Ball. He came back to the Fellowship in 1997 for the 50th anniversary, and played an original composition on the piano. He would have been 90 on December 10th.
Contact the office if you would like to contact Murray’s son, Paul.

We celebrate this morning the good works of the members of this Fellowship. We are thrilled to announce that our own Laura Gerde is joining the Board of Directors of the Family Services League. Among many services FSL offers to our Huntington area, it is also the partnering non-profit that offers in-take services for HIHI, our Interfaith-led men’s shelter that we house on Sundays.

I invite the gathering to lift up the names on your hearts and minds this morning.

May we hold all which has been spoken and that which is still too tender to share in our prayers. Amen.


I offer this prayer by Daniel Kanter

God of many names and mystery beyond all our naming,
Persist in guiding us to a quiet measure of this moment,
That we might link heart to heart
In the stillness and calm.
Leaving behind all scurrying and fury, rush and contempt,
For the shore of this quiet moment.

We who gather together today
Coming from many corners of the land
Join in breath over breath
So that we might hold the suffering and care for the mourning
And celebrate with the joyful.

Today we pray over those in our midst who struggle
And appreciate those who have enough spirit to give today
We pray in the names of all those known and unknown,
Present and absent,
Remembered and forgotten.
We prayer in the names of all helpers and humankind.


Spirit of Life, God of Many Names, Mother of Peace
On this Memorial Day we hold in our prayers all who have died in service of our country.
We also pray for all those still serving our country both abroad and at home:
May they be safe throughout their service.
May peace come to all nations.
We pause this morning in gratitude for our shared faith community,
We celebrate our ability to worship freely and speak openly.
May justice persist until all people are free.
May we understand our own freedom as uniquely bound with the freedom of others.
We come to this moment in the spirit of connection and Beloved community.
Let the gathering lift up the names of those on our hearts and minds this morning.
May all which is spoken and that too tender, too precious yet to share, be held in a spirit of prayer.
Amen, Shalom, and Blessed Be.


Spirit of Life,
Creator, Loving Mother,
That which some choose to call God
We gather this morning
people of faith and people of doubt
some seeking solace and rest,
some seeking energy and renewal,
all seeking connection,
may our community be place where such things are found
As we explore what it means to be a people of creation
may we be reminded of our responsibilities to that which we create
Let us be ever mindful of our mandate to make the circle wider,
to make room for one another,
for the stranger, for the unknown,
for the Holy ,
which comes us to us by such ordinary means.
May we have the strength to hold ourselves and one another in love.
Our hearts this morning are with our minister who is home recovering from surgery on both of his feet.
We pray for a swift recovery.  Rev. Jude plans to be back with us in the pulpit on Sunday.
We hold in our hearts those who are caregivers to a sick loved one, those who sit watch at the end of a life.  We pray they have strength and know peace amidst a difficult time.
We hold in our hearts those who are in labor, who are swaddling newborns, those finding their new role in what it means to be responsible to a creation, to a child, to a family. May they know the strength of spiritual community.
Spirit of Mercy, we pray for the state of our world,
May all beings know love.
May all beings know peace.
This we pray Amen, Shalom and Blessed Be.


Spirit of Hope, God of Many Names,Source of Love,
As we hunker down, amidst the cold and wind,
And a blizzard of news and media that often remind us to continue thinking
just like we have always thought,
Help us to see beyond our walls,
Beyond our lonely perspective,
To the humanity in our neighbor,
To the worth we may have forgotten in ourselves.
Open our hearts this hour,
Loosen our grip on how things must be,
Allow ourselves to not always be completely right.
For the road of must be’s, and always have’s,
Have led us to the world we have this day.
A world full of beauty and possibility,
But a world full of injustice, and inequity.
May we learn, and relearn, new ways to live,
With openness,
A breadth of vision,
And an easy joy, as best we can.
May our walls give us not only warmth and stability,
But may they be a staging ground for action in the world.
May they teach us where we have been as a community,
While reminding us that forward thinking was what brought them into being.
May our traditions include the tradition of innovation – long a part of our
We especially hold in our hearts this hour, the homeless in our streets.
We are grateful for our members, and the communities,
Who have rallied together to ease the burdens of those so affected,
knowing that in a few hours, our sanctuary here will be a shelter for those in


Spirit of Life, God of Many Names, Source of Love,
Gather us this hour as a people of hope,
in the face of adversity,
as a community of justice,
where we see inequity,
as a faith for healing,
in a world struggling between hardship and beauty.
Knowing the world is not yet what it could be,
teach us to not trip over the small wants and grievances,
when so many need us to be so much more than our smallest selves;
we need to be more than that.
Mother of Grace,
open our hearts where we are closed;
widen our vision where we have become short-sighted;
and open our mouths where silence has dominated our spirit.
For too often we have learned to be complicit where there is pain.
In the struggle of the long arc of the universe bending toward justice,
may we regain strength in the soul-saving work,
of living faithfully into our humanity,
in community,
with passion,
and in love.


The prayer from this morning by Rev. Jude:

Spirit of Renewal, God of Many Names, Source of Love
We rest at the close of another year,
One full of many stories,
Some troubled, and some joyous.
May we not turn away from facing the troubled moments of the year,
Teach us to honor the tragedies and the losses,
by seeking to mend what can be mended,
affect the changes we as a nation must affect,
to reduce the violence,
to care for broken,
to find peace in our world once more.
May we not use the New Year as an excuse to shirk from our duties,
Washing our hands of the work at hand.
So too help us to still find the joy in our living world,
To not lose sight of the good in our hearts,
The beauty of the land,
Or the possibilities of change in our lives.
Mother of Grace, We have been blessed with the gift of life,
And amidst all its challenges, struggles and small exhaustions,
It is full of moments of wonder,
Stories of hope,
And opportunities to love again and again.
May we honor this gift we have,
by holding the passion and the pain,
with grateful hearts,
as best we can.


Spirit of Hope, God of Many Names, Source of Love
At the close of one week and the beginning of a new,
Remind us to pause, to remember all the faces around us,
the faces that we cherish,
and who cherish us in return;
for the family we may be far from – in distance or in connection,
may we find moments that bring freshness into withered connections,
or closure where there is no way forward.
Teach us to love, wherever we can,
especially when it’s hard,
even ourselves.
In this holiday season of cheer and expectation,
some of us are celebrating the birth of light in the world,
or hope in our hearts,
or grateful for a long-sought rest at the end of a year.
Others are mourning those who are gone,
or mourning the dream of a family they never knew.
May we hold each of these in care,
Holding them in our hearts,
holding them in our coffee conversations,
holding them in our phone calls and Facebook posts.
For we are the ones who create the world around us.
Whether it be for love or despair,
we have some part in its creation.
Remind us to pause – before we act.
Then act.
With kindness.
With generosity of spirit.
With patience.
And a day will surely come,
where we know a world,
so full of these blessings.


Spirit of Life, God of Many Names, Source of Love,
We celebrate this hour the hope of peace in our lives,
joy where ever it is found,
and the blessings of family and friends, both near and far.
We are grateful for this religious community,
the stories, the songs, and the silly amidst the serious.
May our congregation be a house of warmth,
when we are cold,
a foundation when we are on shaky feet,
and an inspiration when it’s hard to find a way.
Mother of Peace, teach us to model compassion in our lives,
over the dinner tables,
on our way to school,
when the train doors close in our face.
May we be the steady force that brings your way to life.
We hold in our hearts this morning all those who are missing loved ones,
family members who have passed,
soldiers who are serving abroad,
and those who don’t have the luxury to travel for the holidays to see their family.
And for those who build up their family, one friend at a time,
may this season be a cause of celebration for the many sources of love in our lives.

We especially hold in our hearts, the people of San Bernardino, who faced extreme adversity this week. May their community find healing in a time of shock and loss. And may we, as a people, find the courage to take reasonable action.


Spirit of Life, God of Many Names, Source of Love,

We pause in our nation this week to remember all the people, and things and dreams we are grateful for.

We try to take less for granted,

amidst a world that too often teaches us to always grasp for more.

Help us to enjoy what we have, who we know, and where we are,

before seeking to find solace in having what we do not yet have.

May this practice of gratitude teach us to war less,

to judge less,

to argue less.

May we learn to raise peacemakers,

and to welcome strangers into our towns,

and friends back into our lives where we have lost our priorities.

We continue to pray for refugees seeking a safe harbor;

may our nation’s hearts grow wisdom in their hour of need.
We pray for the people of Chicago and Minneapolis,

who struggle toward justice,

at a time where White Supremacy stretches into the light.

We hold in our hearts the people of Colorado Springs,

and the good workers at Planned Parenthood clinics across our nation.

We especially remember, Officer Garrett Swasey, who was a good man,

and a brave officer. May all the people affected find healing where they may,

and strength for the road ahead.

And may our nation cease the demagoguery that feeds fear and hatred and misunderstanding.


Spirit of Life, God of Many Names,

Mother of Mercy,

We pray for the swift and safe release of Rev. Fulgence

and for an end to violence over religious difference.

We are grateful this morning for the ability to gather and worship without fear

And we are grateful for the numerous interfaith efforts to create a more just world.

We continue to pray for those affected by violence; for those in Paris, Beirut, Baghdad, Burundi, Syria, and all over the world.

We pray our hearts never grow cold with indifference,

But rather keep the fire of commitment to create a more just and peaceful world.

As I read the stories of Syrian refugees this weekend, I read one man say the light in him is broken.  I turned my thoughts to our chalice, what it symbolizes; not just in this worship space but in our very hearts.  May we always be a light of hope, raising the sign of our faith as a symbol that we are here to help.

This weekend marked the annual Transgender Day of Remembrance, a day of vigil for trans people who have been murdered for living their truth.  May we one day wake to find such a vigil is no longer needed.

Until then, may we keep such vigils for those lost and those in pain as a symbol of our recognition of the Sacredness of all life.

May we continue to be a people who seek justice and mercy for others.

We pray for the strength to be the helpers our faith calls us to be.


Spirit of Hope, God of Many Names, Source of Love,
We gather at the end of a long week,
hearts heavy with grief for our neighbors in Paris,
in Beirut,
in Baghdad;
all cities victimized by terrorists this week.
We pray for the victims, for the families,
for the communities marred by chaos and hatred.
May they have the resources they need to heal the wounded,
to care for the distraught,
to move forward in rebuilding places of peace.
And as we grieve, may those who mourn have the space and the time to allow their hearts to be full;
for the world has lost too many this week.

We hold in our hearts the Syrian refugees,
our siblings in the world who are escaping from these same terrorists.
May we not be swayed by false or confusing media reports that seek to make “all of them” out to be not like “all of us.”
May we be in solidarity with these peaceful neighbors.

Mother of Grace,
teach our leaders to lead,
not from a place of reaction,
or from arrogance,
or from fear or hatred;
help our leaders to lead from a place of hope,
a place of compassion;
the only sources of true strength in a world torn by factionalism and strife.
Where war has beget war,
and refugees have become homeless,
may we find new ways
to house the homeless,
to feed the hungry,
to welcome the stranger;
and not fall prey to a gospel of indifference and distance.
In our global world,
may we learn to be a global neighbor,
rooted in the hope of a world where peace is at the center.


Spirit of Memory, God of Many Names, Source of Love,
As our nation turns toward Veterans’ Day this week,
We commemorate this hour the lives that have been torn by war,
The soldiers who have served,
the veterans long since at rest,
the families still waiting at home for good news,
amidst our nation’s longest period of war.
May we always honor the individual sacrifices,
A burden few of us share;
While ever seeking a path to a world without such need,
A world without war,
without the reflex of violence.
Help us to believe in an abundance,
May we cease to confuse our desire for more,
With the illusion of scant resources.
We ask for forgiveness,
Where we are too silent,
Wars that bare witness to widespread loss of civilian life.

May we learn to care for our veterans when they return home,
And come to find new ways,
To learn from their experiences,
Knowing that although they may be in great need,
They have a depth of experience, stories that must be shared.
Open our hearts to the pain, the service, and the hope.
Teach us to weave new stories,
That honor the peacemakers as well as the defenders,
That lift up dialogue as virtue, not as timidity.
Mother of Grace, this morning we pray,
grant us your Peace,
where it is so hard to find.


Spirit of Life, God of Many Names, Source of Love,
As the wheel of the year turns through another season,
with the chill in the air growing stronger,
we pause to remember those we have lost in our lives.
We remember the small moments that stand out amidst our great stories,
the breakfasts that were unnoticed at the time,
but take on so much more now;
the laughter, the hope, the dreams.

May our loss turn in our hearts into something different,
may we find a profound joy in the gift of knowing those we have loved;
and may it teach us to cherish those around us even more.
May our remembering of the lives we have known,
teach us to live fully into the lives we still live;
deepen our ties to the community we are surrounded by,
to the families of our birth or the families of our choosing.
For our stories continue on,
our world needs our loving all the more
in the seasons of cold winds, and long nights.
Remembering that the wheel continues to turn,
and the warmth we once knew will return anew – again and again.


Spirit of Life, God of Many Names, Source of Renewal,
As the fullness of Autumn returns to us,
and the trees turn bright with reds, and oranges, and yellows,
help us to find places where our hearts can lighten, or brighten,
in letting go of what once was.

We often grieve what has passed before us;
and grieving is often the only right emotion to feel before great loss or suffering;
But too often we grieve the small things,
never letting them fall away,
or turn into something new.

May we find the wisdom of the brighter path,
with a lighter load to carry;
knowing that for so many things,
our burdens are too often cherished worries never released.

Mother of Renewal, stir in our hearts the willingness to accept a new day,
and the courage to welcome it with open arms and loving eyes.


Spirit of Life, God of Many Names, Source of Hope,
We come together at the end of another week,
some worn down by struggles of health, of home, or work.
Some missing a friend or a family member,
whose gone too soon;
others looking forward to a second chance,
or a new beginning,
with gratitude and excitement in our hearts.
May we be a community that makes space,
for the sharing of joys, and sorrows, angers and hopes,
with grace and forbearance;
knowing each of us are in a different place on the road before us.

In our nation’s life, we pause this holiday weekend, to remember the Native American lives lost from the European colonization on what is now our soil.
Teach us to remember our history.
Though we can not make amends for what has come before,
may we learn from those ways,
never to repeat them in our lives today.
May we develop new ways of relating to neighbor and stranger,
without violence, or coercion,
deceit or greed.

Mother of Grace, help us to find a sense of humility, where we have privilege,
and strength, where we face oppression.
In our struggles we may learn compassion,
and in our power, may we learn temperance.

On today, National Coming Out Day, help us to be ourselves,
may we find the courage to step out from our places of hiding,
and may we find there,
places of safety and refuge,
amidst the pain and the risk.

Where we may have ignorance or confusion in our hearts,
toward those who are different,
teach us kindness and patience,
rather than hatred or judgement.
As a community of faith,
may we be a safe harbor,
in a world that is often harsh toward difference.

Challenge us to use our presence,
as a healing force for justice and equity.
Knowing that although we have come far in the civil rights struggles of our times,
there are many people are still left behind,
and the work of building the beloved community,
is just as pressing, as ever before.


Spirit of Life, God of Many Names, and Source of Love,
We pause before the end of Summer and the birth of Autumn.
In our lives of work and study, we sometimes miss the constant little changes that lead us toward the more profound.
Help us to slow our pace long enough to feel the cooling of the air,
To greet the changing colors, and to say goodbye to the robins.
So too in our own stories, we often forget that our lives are not as constant as they seem.
Our children are slowly growing,
our classes will begin and end semester after semester,
our employment will not last forever,
we will find that next job,
we are ageing.
Remind us to honor what is passing before us,
To love what is with us right now, as best we can,
And to keep hope alive in our hearts for what the days ahead have in store.
We are ever able to choose to face the joys and the sorrows with a sense of appreciation:
For the little things that only bring a smile to our own lips,
For the stories we enter for a time,
For the lives we are honored to know – and for those who are blessed to know us.

God of Hope, bless us now with an openness to what’s to come,
Soften our hearts before the everyday compassion we witness,
For the small daily acts of kindness we give freely,
For the warmth we show when the awkward smile is all we can give.
The act of living is a miracle we can never fully explain,
Only a gift we are given,
A gift we are blessed to share as wide as we can.


Spirit of Life, God of Many Names, Source of Love,
As the Holy Days of Rosh Hashana come to a close,
and we move relentlessly toward Yom Kippur,
and it’s call to Atonement,
teach us to let go of our grudges and our grievances;
to invite a spirit of acceptance and forgiveness into our lives,
and our communities.
Help us to make room for newness, and wonder, and grace,
in our hearts and our kitchens and our town squares.
To let go of the grip of blame, and shame, and anger,
that too often pervade our public spaces and our private lives.

We remember that we do not come to religious community for perfection;
we come for Fellowship,
for compassion,
for wisdom,
and for hope.
May we keep these virtues at our center when the need to always be right, or always be in control,
or to always be the one who saves;
Mother of Grace, center us when we stray from the grounded path.


Spirit of Renewal, God of Many Names, Mother of Love,
Remind us this hour of all the places and people in our lives that give us reasons for gratitude;
for the spaces of quiet awe,
that teach us grace and beauty exist in this world without striving or doing,
that simply being is a gift to be valued,
and we are all valued.
We are grateful for the touchstones in our lives that help us to feel whole,
when we feel lost or empty.
Teach us to remember the joyous when we are lost in the painful,
and remind us of the times we have felt lost,
when it’s hard to be compassionate to another’s difficulty.
As a new school year begins,
and a new year marked in the Jewish celebration of Rosh Hashana,
we reflect on another year past,
another summer slipping away.
May the warmth and the rest,
wherever it was found,
stay with us,
along with the memories.
Help us to take a breath,
keep their fondness near to our hearts,
and begin the work and the study of another year,
with gratitude and purpose.
As a community coming together in strength,
after a summer of work, of travels, of hobbies and projects,
we recommit to our mission of nurturing our spirits in community,
in caring for one another and ourselves,
and helping to heal the corners of the world in which we dwell.
~ Rev. Jude Geiger