My thoughts and attitudes are dogged by judgment and self-pity.
I am the righteous, assailed by foes. These brothers and sisters around me become a mob in my sight.
Let me love, Lord, even when assailed. Let me judge not, lest I be judged.
Is it enough that I avoid wrongdoing?
Is it enough that I try to root out selfish intent?
Is it enough that I draw near to you, Lord?
Is it enough that I act rightly with others?
Is it enough that I carry news of the peace you bring?
How wide, Lord, must the ripples spread?
Am I doing enough?
I walk out into a smoking wood. Charred branches, blackened ground. The grass has burnt away. Aftermath.
The fires were hot, and quick, and all-consuming. Last night was a fever.
Walking in silence along familiar paths. Heavy heart. How to repair? Where to start?
O Lord, where have you gone?
A bud, emerging from a dry branch already. Another farther on. Another still.
Life returns, Lord. You are in the new growth. But were you not also in the blasted ground? Will I find treasure there, if only I look?
Help me to see you, in tragedy and birth alike.
I shall end the day with nothing left, for you will replenish me in rest. I will give away all I have.
I am new this morning and will be so tomorrow. Let my steps therefore be quick.
I am here to help others find you. Let me not direct them wrongly.
Approach, and you will draw near to us. This is all we need know.
Where are you, Lord?
If I seek you on the mountain, you meet me on the pathway in the foothills. If I seek you in the forest, you are there at the trailhead. If I seek you in a teacher, you are in my school books.
You meet me always before my destination, before I have begun to look.
Open me to meeting you, Lord, earlier and earlier, in less and less expected places.
Days of work and discipline have left me empty. I have feared to ask for ought but strength to do your will.
If I am your child, shall I not also seek rest, comfort, love?
Lord, love me today.