Sunday Morning Prayer

A Prayer for the Curse of Daylight Savings

O Lord, how long must we endure this? You, who set the sun and moon in their courses, did not ask us to tamper with time itself. And yet, here we are, stumbling through the fog of stolen sleep, our bodies betrayed by the hands of the clock.

We were just beginning to trust the morning again, to wake with some sense of order in this weary world. But now, we are thrust forward against our will, robbed of an hour we did nothing to deserve losing. The sun lingers longer, but at what cost? We rise in darkness, disoriented and bitter, yawning through our days, cursing the hour we have lost. Coffee is not enough. Determination is not enough. Only your mercy, O God, can sustain us.

So be near to the groggy, the bleary-eyed, the ones who set their alarms in faith but rise in despair. Comfort the parents whose children now wake too early or refuse to sleep at all. Strengthen the teachers, the shift workers, and the preachers who are trying to make sense on Sunday morning.

And Lord, in your infinite wisdom, if it is your will, deliver us from this biannual affliction. Let us be a people of steady time, unshaken by the whims of daylight savings. But if not, then at least sustain us through the yawns and grumbles until we adjust once more.

Amen.