Monday Prayer

Your feathered choir is in fine fettle this morning, God. They line the trees in the half light of dawn, clear their delicate throats, and sing in their strange language. Guide us as we wake, brew the coffee, move about our day and into another week. Help us to be kind. Help us to be… Read More

Monday Prayer – Open

The curtains on the small stage are tightly closed, the floor swept clean and chairs stacked away. The children aren’t down the hall, the costumes hang untouched in darkness. The music hasn’t moved, the folders haven’t opened, the pianos haven’t pounded out a difficult arrangement as volunteers peered at notes on a page, wondering how… Read More