Assured by faith of great gifts to come tomorrow, I thereby squander the grace you have already granted. The day will expire at dusk.
The sun rises — it is today’s gift.
The tide is in — the boats high.
The winds blow — we sail now.
You smile upon me, repeatedly, until I accept this treasure. So many days I have waited, unseeing of what is already here.
Enough. Let me set sail today, Lord.