May 7, 2021
Verse of the day
The woman conceived and bore a son; and when she saw that he was a fine baby, she hid him three months. When she could hide him no longer she got a papyrus basket for him, and plastered it with bitumen and pitch; she put the child in it and placed it among the reeds on the bank of the river.
Exodus 2:2-3
Voice of the day
I wonder if gazing into each newborn face – at each little being who seemed at once ancient and utterly new, fragile and yet, by turns, possessed of an almost discomforting poise – had put my mother (as it did me) in search of anything that would permit her, quite simply, to last.
Prayer of the day
Dear God, please let me keep my children in my life even after I no longer have life. Please let me always, always be their mother.
Adapted from Tracy K. Smith, Ordinary Light (2015)