Patient God, this day teeters on the edge of waiting
and things seem to slip away from me,
as though everything was only memory and memory is capricious.
Help me not to let my life slip away from me.
O God, I hold my life up to you now,
as much as I can, as high as I can,
in this mysterious reach called prayer.
It is not days or years I seek from you,
not infinity and enormity,
but small things and moments and awareness,
awareness that you are in what I am
and in what I have been indifferent to.
It is not new time, but new eyes, new heart I seek,
and you.
from "I Hold My Life Up to You Now" in
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