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!