What is this miracle that visits me? My life is not filled with large events nor fantastic happenings.
It is my manner of life that is changed. Daily acts, small thoughts, mild words — ordinary magic.
Lord, let me be thankful for these quiet ways.
Few come by my dwelling. I rest single through much of the day.
Let me venture into the village and circulate among my fellows, dear Lord.
I may feel alone but there exists a community around me nonetheless. Let me act a citizen today.
The day is always the same duration, yet my experience of it varies so. Some periods fly by, others drag.
I have been given wealth beyond imagining, yet I sing a song of woe and malaise.
Let me take all these treasures you have heaped upon me, this physical well-being, this love from family, this ease of body, this community of fellows – and pack its remembrance into this dull day.
Awaken me, Lord.
Grant me nearness to you. I am so far and my day so dull. I greet a gray dawn.
Make me attentive to my tasks, the ones you have set me. Let each draw me into your grip, Lord.
I will find you, sweet friend, in the midst of this labor.
You call me to labor; let me not drift and ensnare myself.
Today, Lord, let me walk with your purpose.
Storms blow through my mind. My thoughts arrive with punch and drama, cloudbursts. Lord, I know they will blow over.
In the grip of this devilish trance, grant me breath and calm. Let me wait it out.
Shall I devote my life to a painstaking declaration of gratitude, dear Lord?
Let me fashion my art from the material of each moment.