by Karen Martin Kepner God, you saw me. I got out of the car and put on my mask. I opened the back gate of
by Julie Martin Hutson, In Memorium The ground gapes, but only slightly, to receive this small one It is as though the ground were a
by Marie Duquette Dear God, Remember when I prayed to you for the family who had gathered to write victim statements for the judge during
A prayer as we approach the one-year anniversary of Covid19.
by Donna Petraits I want to tell you about when the virus came. “Was it hard?” you ask. Yes. Yes, because we couldn’t be free
A prayer about the complicity of silence by adults, in the sexual abuse of children by those entrusted with their care.