Friendship

Greetings all you souls who read this, Layleader Mugwump here. Today I speak of Friendship. Before I begin with my rambling we should light the chalice and recite the call to worship.
"From all that dwell below the skies
may and love arise
let beauty truth and good be sung
through every land by every tongue"
Now the story for all ages
Some time ago in Japan there lived an old woman. Every morning she would walk down from her quant cottage down a dirt path to the stream. She carried two pots across her shoulders which she filled with water. One was a beautiful, strong, and very handsome pot. It held all the water it should and was very proud of it. The other pot had a crack in it and spilled half of it's water on it's way up the path to the cottage. When she got home she only had one and a half pots of water. This pot was ashamed of it's flaws and wished the old woman would stop using it. One day the old woman rested by the stream, the flawed pot called to her.
"Oh, dear woman, why do you use me? It makes me ashamed that every day I drop all the water that you so greatly need." The pot began to cry.
"Dear dear pot. I love you and would not think of retiring you. Look at the path, see you

Apology

Greetings all, Layleader Mugwump here sorry I haven't posted recently but I will post this weekend. I truly am very sorry! I shall keep up my end from now on. I'm sorry!
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