Tuesday, January 8, 2008

I Lay Me Down


Tomorrow when I wake . . .

May I yield the dreams that I have dreamed to you without regret.
May I have more courage to remember and more wisdom to forget.
May I rejoice in another's honor and never think to covet.
May I hear my friend's grim struggle and not think myself above it.
May I do the small things well, my God, because they are the great ones.
May I on narrow roads dwell, my God, because they are the straight ones.
May I love when it costs me something, and think not to retreat
May I hear when you call me, Abba, and come with ready feet.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Your poetry nourishes my soul and fills my heart with joy. May God grant you all that you ask.