O Lord,
in the
turbulence
and the loneliness
of my living from day to day
and night to night,
keep me
in touch with my roots,
so
I will remember where I came from
and with whom;
keep me
in touch with my feelings,
so
I will be more aware of who I really am
and what it costs;
keep me
in touch with my mind
so I will
know who I am not
and what
that means;
and keep
me in touch with my dreams,
so I will
grow toward where I want to go
and for
whom.
O Lord,
deliver
me
from the
arrogance of assuming
I know
enough to judge others;
deliver
me
from the
timidity of presuming
I don’t
know enough to help others;
deliver
me
from the
illusion of claiming I have changed enough.
when I
have only risked little,
that, so
liberated,
I will
make some of the days to come different.
O Lord,
I ask not
to be delivered
from the
tensions that wind me tight,
but I do
ask for a sense of direction in which to move
once
wound,
a sense
of humor about my disappointments,
a sense
of respect for the elegant puzzlement of
being
human,
and a
sense of gladness for your kingdom
which
comes in spite of my fretful
pulling
and tugging.
O Lord,
nurture
in me
the song
of a lover,
the
vision of a poet,
the
questions of a child,
the
boldness of a prophet,
the
courage of a disciple.
O Lord,
it is
said you created people
because
you love stories.
Be with
me as I live out my story.
