God of gentleness,
please wrap your queer arms of love
around your children
in the blessed tradition of warm hearts
on a morning of broken ones,
that they may hear your invitation –
come unto me all who are weary,
weary, weary, weary,
and beautifully laden
with the gifts of many expressions,
and such long and faithful work.
Give, rest, O God, for this day,
and — for the beginning
of the next journey —
your most holy companionship.