To honor the One who calls me
from sleep to awakening,
the Spirit’s whisper in the darkness
of early morning, I give my mind
to thoughts that foster peace,
my hands to work that benefits
the common good of all,
my mouth to speak words
that heal, not hurt,
my feet to walk in solidarity with
the weak and the wounded,
my strength to overcome
obstacles and barriers to joy.
Help me, Kind Spirit, to rise above myself,
beyond the limitations of my imagination.
Place upon my shoulders the gentle yoke
that binds us together
through this new day.
When I fall, pick me up.
When I want to quit,
bolster my faltering resolve.
When the night finally approaches,
lay me down in the sweet
meadow of your love
and sing to me the songs of
life’s goodness.
To honor the One who calls me
from sleep to awakening,
I rise to new life.
I rise to meet the Light.
Amen.
It is a new day. Let us be glad in it.
I love this, Roger! I so needed it today. Thank you and bless you.