Dear God, let me better seek to remain an anonymous force. Let me quietly pass on your love, the good news, without fanfare and without grasping.
Let me wander from person to person, murmuring in their ear, telling of all the good things that are already here for the seeing. Let me gently point out the bounty that grows already in the fields and on the vines.
Lord, you guide me to make this the work of my life – let me joyfully turn my hands to this, my labor.