When some in the world long for water to drink,
Others long for floods to subside.

When some long for peace and quiet,
Others long for someone to talk with.

When some can no longer hear,
Others hear bad things about themselves.

Holy One, reach out to all of us
According to our needs, before we even whisper
This prayer.

Colonsay sunrise

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2 Responses to

  1. LC says:

    And he does.

  2. Dianne says:

    We get Midsommer here too, and I’ve seen them all. Dianne

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