Dear God, if this day is a gift, let me not squander it. You awaken me with a full heart, with a song on my lips, with bright, shining eyes.
Toward what shall I turn these capacities? Shall I seek to advance my own position, to find comfort and ease — or shall I turn out from my lodging to greet my fellows? Shall I, Lord, live and spread love to all, yea, even those who vex and oppose me?
Let me sing sweetly to my fellows, a sparrow in the dawn gloom. Let me turn over my treasure to the thief, heap praise on the treacherous.
My duty is love. Let me tear into my work with head thrown back, laughing.