Ritual calls us back to the center, back to the breath, a short meditation, a chant, a mantra. With each candle, song, and prayer we are loosed from the anchor of habitual concern, and rest in the rhythm of eternity, enormous sweeps of time that bear us up, in the divine inhale and exhale. We lean, as in the traditional gospel hymn, "safe and secure from all alarms; leaning, leaning, leaning on the everlasting arms."
— Wayne Muller, Sabbath