Early Evening prayer.

Blessed Goddess Azra,

As we face the coming twilight of bitter cold and darkness,
let not the emptiness fill our bones or our hat;
and let the strong squirrel find his home beneath us, not above us;
and rob our children of flavored candies which
– in your wisdom –
they have not earned;

and guide us as we transcend parking lot Soda Men and their tongues.

Through Guidance and Hope and Love and Angels and Misery.

Thus we Pray.

Chris Weagel

Chris Weagel writes about the intersection of technology and parenting for Wired Magazine. No he doesn't. He can't stand that shit.

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