Yesterday stays with me, with us. And for some of us countless ideas run around in our heads, many of them from before.

For others of us the struggle is to start seeing anything at all. We have so much to do. It feels that way. Where do we start?

Grant us the ability to see when our heads are clouded, the ability to hear what’s just beyond our ears, and the ability to put enough form to our spirit’s hope.

Help us hold life gently. Help us appreciate and respect the models you’ve given our world, the idea generators, the storytellers who help us stay.

Amen.