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The fingers of approaching light alert us to the blessing that comes,
tucked into the folds of mercy and longing
and yearning to extend its reach to the tenderness of souls.
We find you there in the rush of our days,
the longing of our tears, the hiccups of our joys.
Steal a kiss for the brokenhearted and lonely,
Shimmy on the tiptoes of joy unfolding,
Sigh with the quickening of awareness that realigns our souls.
Wait with us in the diminishing light of these last days,
and hold fast to the fragile dreams that risk escaping
into the receding tide of courage.
These are not our days, but yours to shape and flavor
with the wisdom of the ages,
holy and endowed with the grace of favor and promise.
Amen.
Anne Fraley is rector of St. Peter’s Episcopal Church in South Windsor, CT. A life-long dog-lover, she escapes the demands of parish life volunteering for animal rescue groups. She occasionally succeeds at reviving her blog at reverent irreverence. 

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