A Teacher's Prayer For Snow
One night as I lay almost sleeping, I heard a voice, softly peeping. I saw my wife devoutly praying. This is the prayer I heard her saying:
Oh, Lord, Let it snow.
Let it drift and let it blow.
In the morning, no real fuss,
Just enough to stop the bus.
Enough to make the County say:
"There will be no school today."
Let the radio report: "Snow is deep!"
And I'll roll over for more sleep.
Then later on, say maybe ten,
I'll turn the radio on again.
Just in time to hear them say:
"It's strange: the snow has gone away!"
And then I'll know you made it stop,
So I can go to the mall and shop.
Please Lord, just hear my plea,
And make it snow for the kids and me!
Amen
Oh, Lord, Let it snow.
Let it drift and let it blow.
In the morning, no real fuss,
Just enough to stop the bus.
Enough to make the County say:
"There will be no school today."
Let the radio report: "Snow is deep!"
And I'll roll over for more sleep.
Then later on, say maybe ten,
I'll turn the radio on again.
Just in time to hear them say:
"It's strange: the snow has gone away!"
And then I'll know you made it stop,
So I can go to the mall and shop.
Please Lord, just hear my plea,
And make it snow for the kids and me!
Amen
posted by Steph Youstra at 8:26 PM
3 Comments:
My university is notorious for not canceling class during dangerous weather. The last two snow/ice storms we had? We had class. Nevermind that every other school from Tacoma to the Canadian border was closed.
we don't do snow days here in Inferno (Florida) but we sure can throw some great hurricane parties.
PS--last confession: 1986. Still lapsed.
Have a gret week!
:)
How sad that these are the prayers of a sister, a soul in mystical union with Christ, a woman of the Cross, a role model of Faith. How sad that you want to dispell "nun-myths." How sad that you don't want to teach your students "what to believe." How sad to see the depth and breadth of the new twists given to the kind of life and witness the Gospel calls us to! You and I, sister, will stand accountable in front of God Almighty, and we will tremble in our smallness and misery.
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