Dear God, let me have simplicity today. Let me shed complication, avoid building contraptions of dependence, and cleave to the singular thing that I know to be true.
What is here, now, before me, tangible – this is what I may occupy my hands with. What may be tomorrow, what others may think even now, what could have been or ought to be – fictions. I think about such things as fantasy and escape from the real.
Lord, let me have focus today. Let me be present in this body, here where it rests, acting as I ought in the current circumstances.
Here, today, now, my sole occupation is rightly this: to seek and do your will for me.
What would you have me do, here and now? Whom would you have me help and how, here and now? What words would you have me speak, here and now?
Lord, let asking these simple questions be my sole occupation today. Let the answering of them be my devoted craft. Thy will be done.