This morning in my prayer time I am keeping vigil. I’m sitting in the grey of the morning with buds of new life. I sit vigil for a friend who is taking new steps in her life. I sit vigil for someone having surgery. I sit vigil holding the pain of the world, all of the news about immigrants sleeping in cages, floods destroying lives and livelihoods, hatred, pain, and anger.

I sit this morning as a candle flickers and I pray for wisdom, for courage, for whatever new beginnings I can start, hold, be. I believe in resurrection at the end of death. I believe in hope at the end of despair. I believe in God and God’s grace.

This morning I sit vigil, I keep vigil. This morning I hold pain and breathe peace.

Blessings,

Cynthia