Dear God, I beg you to let me live love, to bring love to my fellows. What, then, must I do? My thinking must be reordered. To live love, I must think love.
Let me harbor the kindest thoughts about all my fellows. Let me have forgiveness and compassion. Such a simple task, dear Lord. Yet so difficult.
Let this simple task burn away the gilding. My life and actions need not be ornate. The plain table will hold more than the carved and figured one, whose legs have been weakened by decoration.
Let me think simple love toward all today. Let me be the world’s steward.