What would you say if the Chief Of All The Angels, the right hand of God,

invited you on Sunday evening to the first Monday Party, and asked you to invite all,

of your hopes and desires for the week?

“Every one of your dreams,” said the angel, flapping her silken wings, “will be his

Special Guest.”

Fear and worry and self-doubt,” she said, “will be checked at the door, they must dance

outside in the cold with argument and outrage, and bad news,

self-pity, and cruel and discouraging remarks. They must go to their own party,

form their own marching band,

and walk to the edge of the earth, and sing stories of struggle and lament.”

“The good and the brave and selfless”, she added with a twinkle of sparkling dust,

“will dance on the jeweled floor under the crystal lights,

accompanied by a chorus of songbirds and doves,

that fill all of the trees to the horizon.”

At our party, she said, you may join the line, said the angel,  to ride a swing of encouragement ,

and second chances and loving moments.

We will all lift our glasses to the morning sun, she said,

and into each glass a full cup of light will be poured,

and we will sing a thousand words, and crush a million crystals with hammers of silver and gold,

and pour them into our glasses,

and the ingredients  of this drink will turn our Monday into joy and promise.

Mix hope with faith, on this day, so you can join us in the great song,

and dance the dance of joy with us in the great dance.

Wise up.