full of people & places
A prayer found
God of small graces and great mountains
of cool midday breeze in July
of cartwheels under the blue sky
of creatures roaming the deep.
Your Spirit is my treasure.
Your Son is my inheritance.
Waves of doubt and horizons I can’t see,
of course they muddle me.
But I lift my chin
put my face into the light.
Thank you for Your promises.
to never leave
to give peace
to give rest
to not place anything ill-fitting upon me.
For knowing that today’s worry is enough for me to bare
and for telling me not to worry anyway.
For knowing the hairs on my head
and for caring for the sparrows. Lo! how much more - me!
Thank you for this day, and this life.
Its challenges, its beauty.
God, remembering who you are,
I direct myself to you.
call me out to sea
back into shore,
home in time for breakfast.
I’ll be Your child and You’ll be my God.
Hear my prayer.