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Elizabeth Browning



Thursday, April 25, 2013

A prayer for this day

It is the beginning
black turning to gray
faint shapes 
emerging 
as day dawns
 
an owl hoots
spring birds
returned at last
sing in the darkness
 
this is a new day
I can enter it many ways
tired
fearful
hands gripped tightly
ready to protect and resist and control
 
or I can enter it gently
hands
and mind
and heart
and soul open
 
ready to embrace
the gifts you have to offer
 ready to really see
and hear those you place in my path
ready to feel the breeze
and the warmth of the sun

this day Lord
I am too tired to be tired
too anxious to be anxious
to hopeless
to carry the burden of hopelessness 
on more step

this day
I am going to lay all that down
and walk with the Spirit
and travel light

Help!
Thanks :)
Wow*

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*Thanks of course, to Anne Lamott for
her wonderful little book

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