Each morning we hear it from the moment we open our ears;
the low notes of wind around the eaves
the whoosh of water as it comes from the tap
the glug glug as it drains
the throaty whistle of the boiling kettle
the metallic tap of the spoon against the cup
the jazz percussion of our feet on the steps.
The sounds of our day,
so familiar we hardly pay attention.
We pray for all who sing a sad song today;
the grieving, the lonely, the lost.
We pray especially for those who have lost their voice
and feel silenced or oppressed.
Thank you for your songs, love songs,
which we are invited to sing.
Help us to find our own voice and instruments
with which we might make music to enrich the world;
music to console, encourage, inspire and bring joy!
We pray this in the name of the Father,
and of the Son,
and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.