Thank you for this beautiful morning prayer. You helped shake a poem free:

I wear my prayers like morning on the sky

where every gesture is an act of God:

each whimper a devotion, hymnic cries,

I find my feet but shakily, and nod

some life into the muscles that protest

the dawn that comes: I'm comforted in sleep

and though it seems that every dream is blest

and rising to the world makes me weep

now count me here. In grief and muttering

profanity--but even that's a prayer

when all the world's aggrieved and shuddering

as it recalls the memories most fair,

the mornings spent outside with company

on God's green earth, the blissful and the free.

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Okay, I'm never getting over this, it is so beautiful: "I wear my prayers like morning on the sky." Now you can write the book that goes under that dazzling title. Thank you so much.

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"now count me here..." ¡Presente!

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A beautiful poem, a blessing to me.

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Thank you, Zach. Yes.

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Yes, Zach....YES! <3

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A prayer by my daughter:

Right now my heart is broken for the many hurting people looking for hope and stability in Donald Trump.

My heart is broken for his many wives and children.

My heart is broken for ALL those who have been swept into this warped reality, gaslit, lied to, abused, used for personal gain by this deeply broken man.

My heart is broken for baby Donald, born into privilege, deceit, emotional abuse, trauma, and mental illness. Baby Donald, made in the image of God, born into sinful systems, fed a steady diet of evil, breaking his own soul again and again as he turns away from love, until that image is distorted and crushed, visible only with the eyes of his creator.

Lord, have mercy.

Christ, have mercy.

Lord, have mercy.

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Thank your daughter for this prayer. Lord in Your mercy, hear our prayer.

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Lord in your mercy, hear our prayer.

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Could folks pray for my faith? I've been in a season of doubt for about 6 months and it just hurts more now during the pandemic.

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Bless you. I will add you to my morning prayer list. I have suffered through a season of doubt before and I know how painful and lonely it is. You strain to hear God's voice and you aren't sure if it's the Almighty's voice you are hearing or your own mind playing tricks on you. Or, sometimes, it is worse than that and you hear nothing at all. I can't tell you what will work for you, but for me I had to pick up a book that I felt my soul attached to and go outside and sit in the grass and listen to the wind and read. God often speaks to me through the environment around me, but I have to be doing something "still" to hear it. I can't mow the lawn and hear it. But, I can enjoy the sunlight and feel the breeze and it comes. Sometimes I find it in lying back watching the stars at night. Other times I found it in the generous spirit of the kids I teach. But, I will pray for you. No one should have to be alone through that.

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Thank you Leslie! I think its been especially hard lately because I usually witness God in community that I can't access right now. Thanks for your concern.

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I completely understand. I teach 9th and 10th grade English. In many ways, I am everyone's mother at school. I am the one they come to when they need a hug or to vent or to get themselves sat back on the correct path. I can still do it "virtually" but I feel disconnected. I miss my kids. I miss the simplicity of the big grins in the hallways, the fist bumps, the high fives, and the hugs. I miss my surly crew who has to negotiate with me how much they will write on the page. I miss those who claim to hate my class yet never skip mine even though they skip the rest of their classes. So, yes...I completely understand.

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god walks among the pots and pans doesnt he?

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Yes, he does. I have even found him when I was scrubbing the toilet. The almighty seems to enjoy the mundane and the simple acts of everyday living.

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Sending prayers for strength and clarity....my dark night of the soul period was one of the most difficult of my life, thus far.....

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Thank you. Your prayer speaks for me today. I'm a later in life chaplain intern at a long term healthcare facility and this virus has made it's arrival. I'm exhausted, confused and inspired and..........feeling lost. Lots of contradictory feelings! I'm trying to be brave and put my trust in God. I'm still reporting for work. But I can't seem to pray or even quiet myself in morning meditation. So, your words rang so very, very true and reasonable to me. Yes, reasonable. Herself, will understand . As St. Theresa of the Little Flower said about making everything a prayer, your words make perfect sense for me. Thank you. You kept me out of the ditches today. <3 Blessings to you my dear

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Pray that empathy for our fellows may be the highest form of praising God.

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Lord in Your mercy hear our prayer

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Thank you again Nadia for your gift with words. My prayer this morning is for all the incarcerated women in MD. Especially those I count as friends. And most especially for Lisa who is in the ICU in handcuffs with Covid. And for all the Pastors, Rabbi's and Imam's who are trying to sort out how to minister to us in this crazy time.

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Pretend I am Jimmy Fallon and there is a piano playing:

Thank you, for knowing me without ever meeting me.

Thank you, for saying what I needed to hear again and again.

Thank you, for sharing stories about your family that helped me shape mine.

Thank you, for being real.

Thank you, for touching my heart through your books.

Thank you, for allowing yourself to be guided by the Holy Spirit.

This shot is real...and I don't ever want to be an asshole.

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For educators In childcare who are trying to prepare for Kids to come back - for the huge task of extra cleaning, health checks, wearing masks while trying to let kids see they are smiling , more cleaning, reassuring parents and themselves that “ we got this” and for the tremendous fears of getting it “ wrong” and making a child or someone else sick or possibly die. 💔all while working for extremely low wages. For those who have stayed open thru these months for essential workers children and their unending exhaustion. For being first responders who love children and now live in danger of the invisible virus they could take home to their own families. Protect and encourage them.

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yeah this is going to be a BIG thing for companies moving ahead..i know a few who are furiously looking for child care and unable to return to work until they can. and these are the ones WITH job(s).

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For my friend Jenny, suffering major depression alone during the lockdown, I ask for merciful healing.

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For my childhood friend, who waits to hear if she has cancer again and for her son, in whom cancer already resides.

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These are just the prayers I need right now. Songs in the Key is such a blessing I literally wore out cassettes (2 sets!) of it and still crank up the CD or stream it. Happy birthday indeed Stevie!

Thank you, Nadia, for reminding us these acts of gratitude and grief are equal parts love for God and His creations ❤️

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Today I'm thinking of and praying for our seniors: high school seniors, college seniors, 80 year old seniors. I'm hoping that they can feel our collective love and grace and that the dreams that they've been dreaming come true. Prayers up!

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Thank you for this prayer. I am asking for prayers for friends of mine who have adult children with developmental disabilities who live in facilities of one sort or another. Because of the quarantine restrictions the parents are unable to visit and for several of the children , they are unable to understand why they can see the parents on a screen, but not in person. There is great sadness and heartache . Parents feel helpless to advocate for their children and the children feel abandoned. Pray for heart healing

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This made me think of Carrie Newcomer’s “Holy as a Day is Spent” so I looked that up and ended up in tears just reading the lyrics.

I miss singing. I belong to two choruses, and singing even the most secular song a spiritual activity. It’s also apparently the most effective way to aerosolize and spread the COVID-19 virus, making rehearsals and performances something to look forward to in a year or so when there’s a vaccine.

For me as a Quaker, one of my foundational hymns is “How Can I Keep From Singing.” 2020 has put a whole new spin on that question.

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Thanks for the suggestion. Perfect musical accompaniment to this prayer. I too sing in a chorus and hate not singing with others so much.

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That is my go-to soundtrack as well for times like these. Thanks for the reminder.

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Eucharist by Eucharist

The most Memorable moments in my Life have been spent around The Table:

Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter;

Weddings, Baptisms, Funerals;

Arguments with my Brother,

and my Mother...

Times I sat in Silence across from My Father,

head in my hands,

unable to answer His question:

“What will you do now?”

There have been break-ups over dinner on a last date,

and coffee or cocktails with Sisters

where We talked about Relationships Newly Born,

or Coming to an end.

Discussed religion or politics, 

or the politics of religion,..

Took time to catch up and

take an interest in each Life,..





Come to grips.

Move on...

I have Served dinner to Friends who 

brought their guitar,

introduced me to their language,

their culture,

their food

and traditions.

I have been Served meals of Art

and Poetry,

and Gospel,

… and crow.

There were those New Year's Eves spent

playing poker, eating lentils,

and grapes.

And those last few days of pregnancy spent

counting kicks and eating chocolate.

There were picnics of Bread and cheese bought from the farmer's market

with the last bits of Change we could scrape together from our pockets;

the plums so juicy they dripped down our chin,

the napkin Shared between Us, our only Table.

I have watched my Grandmother's hands knead soft dough

into pillowy biscuits that I covered in molasses and ate

assuming She would always be at The Table to Feed me.

I see Her hands in the dough I knead into silky mounds.

She is Here.

I have stood in my kitchen over bubbling pots of sauce as I flirted with Lovers,

and cut apples in my Neighbors kitchen as we discussed the news of the Day.

I have licked the beaters as both Child and Mother.

Shucked corn with my Aunts sitting on the back stoop;

Plucked berries off the Vine with my Cousins, running in the fields.

Sucked the marrow of a Divinely ripe Fig as I sat among the branches of its Tree.

I've been Offered burnt buttered toast, in bed with a paper crown on Mother's day

(laundry could wait)!

and hot buttered croissants, in bed on a silver tray at The Crown Hotel. 

(Venice could not!)

I still keep the label, signed by All Present,

from the last bottle of Vino we Shared in Rome.

We sang around The Table in Celebration and Mourning;

The taste of sweet honey, tart pear and salty cheese

still on my lips.

At The Table I have bowed my head, 


screamed, and 

sat in contented Bliss 

watching my Loved Ones.

Meat on the grill.

S'mores by the Fire.

Birthday cake.

The first Sunday dinner at the In-Laws,

and every Sunday thereafter for years to Follow.

Strained peas, spat out and landing in my hair; a definite “no”

during those trial and error months of weening.

Spaghetti eaten with gusto, using Her whole hand, straight from the bowl, 

strands landing in Her hair; a definite “yes”.

Quiet moments (wasn't it just weeks ago?) with my Daughter at my Breast.

Ice cream to Celebrate the last day of school, 

and mark the first day of Summer.

The weekly photo of espresso exchanged with a Friend on other side of World;

the geographic distance between Us be damned.


Coffee Hour.

Pizza, under the covers on movie night.

Soup and cartoons Served to colds and chicken pox.

Fried dough and lobster at the clambake on the beach.

Sunny luncheons on decks and balconies.

Moonlit dinners on rooftops with a view.

One cheesecake, Three forks.

Donuts, warm and fresh, at 5am from the back door of the bakery

because,We're still Awake and suddenly Hungry.

The cracker passed across the pew 

from a Toddler's snack-pack; shy smile, wide eyes: “Share?” 



All of This,

He told his disciples,

Do in Memory of Me.

For All of This, They too had done Together

Around The Table.

Do this to Re-Member My Church.

Do this to Remember

that For the Kingdom,

These are the Essentials.

This is what We will return Home to.

This is the Path. The Way.

This is The LIFE.

This is where we Ground Ourselves to get there:

In the Essentials.

Every meal Shared around The Table of Life, 

in Feast, and Celebration, and Heart ache,

Every time We break Bread in Community

and raise a glass in Thanksgiving,

to Family and Friends and Strangers,

God is among Us. 


God blesses Us with these Gifts.


God is waiting for Us.

Say Grace! [Bless, us Oh Lord...]


A Place

has been set for Us

at the Table which


has Prepared in the 

Kingdom of Peace.


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For my son, my first born, who turns 18 on the 23rd and who sounded so broken on our call this morning. May he find peace, willingness and faith and may I be granted the courage to handle what ever your will is for him God. Amen

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