God of years past and new beginnings,
we throw our hands up to you,
offering all that we have been and hope to be.
In the palm of your hands,
we have giggled and played,
sang and danced to celebrate
holidays, birthdays,
a snow day and a clear diagnosis.
In the palm of your hands,
we have sought shelter and asylum,
and shuddered at the news of war and gun violence.
Sickness and strife turn round and round
the same old news...
