Dear Lord

May we get a clean bill of health from our dentist, our psychiatrist, our ophthalmologist, our cardiologist, our gastroenterologist, our urologist, our proctologist, our gynaecologist, our podiatrist, our plumber and the IRS.

May our hair, our teeth, our facelift, our abs, our honey cakes, and our stocks not fall, and may our blood pressure, our triglycerides, our cholesterol, our white blood count, our weight, and our mortgage interest rates not rise.

May we find a way to travel from anywhere to anywhere in the rush hour in less than an hour, and when we get there, may we find a parking space.

May God give us the strength to get through this presidential season, and may some of the promises made be kept. May we believe at least half of what the candidates propose, and may those elected fulfil at least half of what they promise, and may the miracle of reducing taxes and balancing budgets actually happen.

May what we see in the mirror delight us, and what others see in us delight them. May someone, as well as God, love us enough to forgive our
faults, be blind to our blemishes, and tell the world about our virtues.

May the telemarketers wait until after we finish dinner to call us. May our cheque books and budgets balance, and may they include generous amounts for charity.

May we remember to say “I love you” at least once a day to our spouse, our child, our parent, all of our significant others, but not our boss, our intern, our nurse, our masseur, our hairdresser or our tennis instructor.

And may the Messiah come this year, and if he does not, may we live as if he has, in a world at peace, with awareness of God’s love in every sunset,
flower, baby’s smile, lover’s kiss, and every wonderful astonishing beat of our heart.