Dear God, how constantly do I rely upon you? In brief moments in the early hours, I seek your guidance and support. I cry out for resources, I feel my dependence – in the unfolding dawn.
I rise and go about the day. These bonds between me and you, this loving dependence of which I am conscious, this clarity of guidance that I feel, these all dissipate. I become increasingly self-sufficient and, hence, increasingly alone.
Lord, I feel your arms enfold me at dawn. Let me feel you equally near me at noon. It is not you who becomes distant through the day’s march but me. Let me cleave to you, again and again.