Dear god of shaky singing and prayers with long meaningful pauses so I can think about what to say.
Remind me that it’s not about being extraordinary or professional or perfect.
Remind me that practicing means I’m growing.
Remind me that even an awkward song gets us breathing. An oddly placed silence slows our panic. A prayer is heard even when I mumble.
Remind me that I have offerings:
ancestors whose stories give strength
food that nourishes
melodies for courage and rest
touch that soothes
Remind me that we are spiritual beings and we deserve spiritual nourishment - in our long meetings, in the streets, in the jail, at court, on the conference call.
Remind me that we deserve spiritual nourishment.