When I am busy, you send rest. When I am victorious, you send failure. When I am idle, you send chores.
You order my steps and days that I may learn the middle way.
Grant me consistency, Lord. Compassion and love grow out of pursuing your will.
My life’s work – let it be to spread your love from one to another.
Let my steps be light, leaving no burden on the grasses.
Let they who come to me meet with good cheer and leave with song.
Number my days, order my steps, Lord.
There is a rope. It pulls me to safety from the storm. Why do I let go and try myself to swim?
Pulled, dragged, led. There is an easier way. Let me follow you, Lord.
What is your way through this day?
Even along a marked path, I have choice: walk left, or right; fast, or slow. Distracted, or mindful.
Let me walk your ways today, Lord.
Is this the dawn of healing and gifts? In the night I wept as sorrow visited.
Is today the promised tomorrow of yesterday?
Breathe in, breathe out. Lord, I feel your presence in me. Let each exhale unwind the spring just a little more.
Let this day be the one.
This day, this moment, this life – can I make of them a prayer? Can I pray unceasing, incessant?
If I lay my hopes, my worries, my woes, my errors at your feet, might I feel your sunshine warming my spirit and body?
I live in an age of miracles and war. When healing comes, will I have prayed enough?
So far from you, yet you are so close to me.
Let me feel you, Lord.
Wonder and joy.
Let ease rain upon me.
I am your child, Lord, hear me when I call to you.
Do I sit here, alone in the gloom? Have I left you behind?
If you are with my fellows, how then could you not be here, carrying with me my crushing load?
Good news: you never left, I never left. You give me strength I did not know I had.
Am I standing firm, straining against winds, a rock against high seas?
Am I standing still, an oak in the forest, swaying in wind yet bringing peace to those below?
All are needed in your economy, Lord, only let me not rush about like a vole, starting from scene to scene.
Grant me firm and still foundations.
As I glide among my fellows, supplied and buoyed by you, let my cheer pass among them. That sorrowful one, that ill one, let not their woes drain me.
Let the energy flow, Lord, from one to another to another.
I pass it on. I pass it on.
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