As special days adorn the year
we mark their passing by our prayer:
each sunset, our homecoming sign;
each dawn, a story's opening line.
All doors invite us to pray;
each oath is marked the pilgrim's way:
we walk with patience, and await
the upward arrow on each gate.
Each week brings anniversaries
of harvest, unity or peace;
we worship while it is today,
for tides and times do not delay.
If Thursday may remind us still
of upper room, or tree or hill;
then Friday moves our hearts to weep
but Sunday rouses us from sleep:
This weekly Easter, day of light,
scatters the darkness of the night;
the Hallelujah chorus rings
the Globe, while all Christ's body sings.
So now all years are years of grace
and every room a sacred space.
Where God is, holy ground is here;
let Christ be welcomed everywhere!