I seek refuge and calm, away from the pressing day. But even the quiet park, in the middle of the village, will receive rain. Where then is my safety and quiet?
Lord, I carry your peace with me already. I need no oasis, no feather bed. My life shall itself be rest for my fellows. All who come, weary and frightened, let me welcome them with a smile.
Let me not seek, Lord, but rather give comfort. Let me be the oasis that is sought.
Let me be guided today. Under such conditions, how dare I worry? And yet I fret, stubborn.
Melt my heart, Lord. Let me ask not “what shall I do” but instead, “what shall be done?” Let my actions be anonymous.
I fear – therefore I perceive myself as having trouble. Yet what besets me, in truth? All my troubles are simply worry over what may be.
Here on this cushion, in this closet, I breathe and sit. No wolves at the door, no rats chew at me. I am safe, why do I not see it? How dare I see trouble amidst such gifts?
Lord, drop the scales from my eyes. I worry over illusion. Let me not squander your grace by seeking rescue from imaginary woe.
I look at this day ahead, and wonder what it may bring me. Will I attain what I seek? Will calamity the fall me? All these thoughts of self wind me into a knot.
Let me look for ways to help my fellows today. Unravel this string inside me, Lord.
I wait before you, silent. What will you tell me? Will I be still enough to hear?
Lord, let me live an economy of movement today. Let me not embellish my actions nor words. Let me speak and act simply.
Let me, Lord, do exactly what is asked of me.
Thumping heart. Howling wind. How can I hear you over all this?
How, then, can others hear me tell stories of my own rescue? Maybe they will hear my voice in the wind, as I heard another’s.
Let me not shout but whisper. Those who have ears to hear will do so.
A messenger comes. The news: I am loved.
Let me become worthy of such a thing. Let me pass this message along to another.￼