Thursday, March 26, 2026

Dear God,

I want to sing a song of hope to and for the world.  I want those who live near and far away to know that an ordinary woman from Indiana wants to sing to them.  Not from the top or the place of privilege but from a place of sorrow, pain and fear.  I want to give comfort, assurance and peace.  

I have to crawl out from under my own humiliation, rage and shame caused by the president of my own country.  An egomaniac with vast needs to dominate, a man without compassion and a perpetrator of terror seeks to hurt and harm wherever he desires.  It is hard for me to breathe let alone sing.  Yet, in my deepest self, I want to create music that can heal, bless and inspire, music that will cradle hurting peoples.  I want to soothe, calm and love where there is pain.

I don't know how spiritual love travels, penetrates and helps; I just know it can.  I have believed for a long time now that ancient prayers from long ago still touch human souls today.  I don't know how; I just know they do.  Perhaps music from a deep, honest, hopeful place can do the same.

Unite us

in your song,

Merciful God.

Sing to us

so we

can sing

to one another.

Rid us

of evil 

and derision.

Give us

a song

that will

lift us

higher and higher.

Love, Andrea