Dear God:
Sometimes what I need help with, more than anything else, is regaining a sense of perspective. There is no one day that defines every day.
An ebb
is not a desert
and a flow
is not a flood.
I get caught in that unsustainable moment and claim “I have arrived” or
“I am at the end” when these are only true at two times, really:
1. Our first breath.
2. Our last breath.
And, even that, I do not know for sure…
An ebb
is not a desert
and a flow
is not a flood.
An ebb
is not a desert
and a flow
is not a flood.
Guide me in to another way – a more hopeful and responsible way – that clarifies the consequences and possibilities of this day, this hour, this moment.
May I feel hunger while celebrating bounty and celebrate bounty while remembering hunger.
May I remember to share my experience of bounty and hunger with those called to love me and welcome that sharing with those I am called to love.
May I have the courage to risk all for that love when risk is called for and not beat myself up on those days I am, simply, too weary.
(hold me gently, those days)
An ebb
is not a desert
and a flow
is not a flood.
May I feel the cool moss under my feet when the days are warm.
May I delight in the hint of sun when the air is cold.
And, Sabbath… Sabbath, Sabbath, Sabbath… Guide me through to some Sabbath, every day.
Amen.
