Each month, Lord,
the people who live on our floor
of this apartment building,
get together to see
if there are any concerns
that need to be addressed
by ourselves or by management.
One time we reported
the raised edge of a sidewalk
where someone had fallen.
Yesterday we got to chatting about
end of life concerns,
which produced much merriment, Lord.
We are at peace with this possibility.
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not let them be afraid.
Hymn: He Leadeth Me: O Blessed Thought