2/21/12 Tuesday-ish Prayer

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.