Gather your beautiful tapestry of chicks, including myself who are grieving. We feel afraid and abandoned and unsure of tomorrow.
Gather us under your wing. Surround us with your comfort.
We’re not trying to rain on anyone’s parade or act less than kind or civil.
We are grieving. We are afraid. We are wondering if we have a place in the new world we woke up to after the election of someone who doesn’t love people like us.
We are wondering if our neighbors love and respect us.
Please Lord, make us one family, unique, beautiful and bound by your grace.
Remind us of your vast incredible love.
You are more kind than any of us.
Make me a better person. Make our path clear.
Bless Obama, bless Trump, bless Hillary.