A Prayer for New Year’s
Day (from “Guerrillas of Grace” by Ted Loder)
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 up my life to you now,
As much as I can, as high as I can, in this mysterious reach
called prayer.
Come close, lest I wobble and fall short.
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.
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