Lord, let my arms never grow weary of carrying or pulling on ropes. Let my lights always work, and my sounds always be clear. Let my props always be placed, and my set always be prepared. Let me now miss my cues, nor be caught onstage when the lights come up. Keep my hemp always strong and fresh, and my borders always in trim. And when this play of life at last finishes its long run, may the strike be short and swift, and the party be long and joyful.
Amen.
© 1982 Ed Bentley
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