Dear God, today, a day like all others, let me see everything as a gift.
Am I thwarted? No, I am saved from a poor decision.
Am I delayed? No, I am made to wait for a proper time.
Have I lost all? No, I learn to ask and receive love from others.
Am I alone? No, I am being granted solitude.
Have I lost faith? No, I am invited to knock louder upon your door.
Lord, I am your beloved child. Let me awaken my fellows, that they may feel equally loved.
Dear God, if I am to pass on your love, which surpasses my understanding, how shall I do so? Is it enough that I try?
O, Lord, take away my narrow view of the world. Open my eyes wide. These radiant creatures all about me, let me see them in their true glory. My brothers and sisters are my teachers, my rescuers, my consolers. Even as I serve and help them, the wretches, they are you smiling upon me.
Did I seek to deliver love? Why then do I get back so much?
Dear God, in the gloom of dawn, like a forest creature, I make my rounds. How go my fellows? Who has visited in the night? We set our dwellings in order to prepare for the day.
Lord, it is in quiet times such as this that I may take note of the small needs of those around me. A gait has changed. A smile comes with a grimace. Let me have concern for my brothers and sisters. Let me not retire into my den, and curl in upon myself, but instead tend to others’ needs.
I am well; let me spread strength to those who falter. Soon enough, I may lean on them.
Lord, we are your people. Let us look to you.
Dear God, you are with me regardless of circumstance. Yet I perceive you nearer and farther depending on my emotions. The error is mine. When desperate, I am in fact protected. When despondent, in fact I have reason for elation. When impoverished, I ought be grateful.
Lord, grant me equanimity. These feelings that wrack me – they pass like mist. They are not real, yet they move me so.
The sun shines upon even the wretched, dear Lord. Let its warmth soothe my joints. Let me learn to build my thoughts upon rock.
Dear God, order my thoughts. My thinking is so unruly and changeable. My mind darts from joy to worry planning and back. All without reason and without rest. Lord, you bring me ease yet I do not accept the gift. Instead I cast my mind around in circles without cease.
Lord, fix my mind. Let me think solely upon how best I might help your children, my sisters and brothers. Let me rest in considering this labor. Let me take up the ease you offer to me on outstretched hand.
Dear God, let me carry with me only what is required to do your work. Let me hold back no reserve nor seek no surplus. Let me abandon today’s comfort and tomorrow’s safety.
My fellows, they toil. They are beset with woe. Let me stand next to them and turn my hands to their same labor. Let me give them the ease you have granted me.
Lord, you make my back strong; let me use it to carry a piece of the world.
Dear God, grant me simplicity today.
Let me carry love to my fellows, in wider and wider circles and ever greater measure.
Thy will be done.