In the morning I cry,
O Lord,
tears fill my eyes
and so gently slide
down my cheeks.
Why do I shed tears at the break of day?
Maybe it is the time I stop and remember
the pain and grief that surrounds me.
Another request for prayer,
another admitted to Critical Care,
a call to move a name from one petition to the next,
or wait to pray a pardon over the phone.
May their souls rest in peace.
In the morning I cry
because I can be weak before you.
My heart breaks with the
uncertainty of what the day will bring.
The cry of those who mourn,
the tentative hope of those who seem to recover.
All tears shed, all emotions raw; to the bone.
In the morning I cry
as I pray, “Am I doing enough?”
Am I caring for the people placed in my care?
Am I showing forth your face of compassion and strength
so they will find hope?
Am I affirming those who spend their days fighting this virus?
Do I comfort the weak and
witness to all where our true strength comes from?
Am I enough?
In the morning I cry
as I hear your Word in the pages of my prayer book
and know you are with all of us, the Living and the Dead.
How my prayer time gives me confidence
to face each day with Hope,
and not be afraid to laugh and to cry with those I encounter.
In the morning I cry
as I am reminded that I am to be Christ to all,
and I am to see Christ, in all.
In the morning I cry,
because your Divine hands cup my face
and remind me You are with me.
You are with us all …
SAS, 2020
God Talk and Tea 
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