On those misty gray days, I offer a prayer for peace.
Dear Lord, on this misty rainy morning I feel so tired, my eyes want to close, my thoughts want to drift away sinking into oblivious rest, quiet breaths letting the world go by with its struggles and war with its hunger and demands, with its oppression and obsession for more, more, more, never sated this angry world with spittle flying, launching insults like missiles. Gather this world in Your arms like a feral cat softly stroking her raised fur until her throat relaxes with a sigh and a purr and her claws retract, the arch leaves her back as her eyes quietly close a kitten in repose