Reposted for a friend.
My Prayer
Oh, dear Lord,
Please give to me
The graciousness
Of an apple tree.
It shares its fruit
With all in need,
Regardless of their
Race or creed,
And spreads a
Dappled shade of gray
For weary travelers
On their way.
The courage of a badger,
O doughy soul!
You'd see a BEAR
Running from his hole!
He has a faith
I do not know...
*Without a Bible
To tell him so.*
The conscience of
A growing pearl,
The greatest gift
In all the world.
It gets yet larger
With each day...
*Although it has
No mouth to pray*.
The gentle acceptance
Of deep grass,
Which bends to allow
Your winds to pass,
Then stands again
With stately grace
To look once more
In Your sun's face.
The freedom of
A flock of birds,
For they have surely
Heard Your words.
The cheerfulness
Of a laughing brook,
Which will pass a
Boulder without a look!
The industry of
A little bee...
The good of his fellows
Is all he sees.
The patience of
Eroding wind,
It'll carve out beauty
In the end.
The humility of
A daisy flower,
It knows it's beauty
Will last but hours.
The love within
A mother bear.
To the end
She'll always care.
The resounding strength
Of a mountain range.
To these the centuries
Are not strange.
The wisdom of
An ocean deep,
Which will, forever,
Its secrets keep.
All these things,
I do believe,
My spirit will,
In time, receive.
It is Your will
I must accept,
As I do the kingdom
YOU HAVE KEPT.
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 1:35 AM UTC
Reposted for a friend.
My Prayer
Oh, dear Lord,
Please give to me
The graciousness
Of an apple tree.
It shares its fruit
With all in need,
Regardless of their
Race or creed,
And spreads a
Dappled shade of gray
For weary travelers
On their way.
The courage of a badger,
O doughy soul!
You'd see a BEAR
Running from his hole!
He has a faith
I do not know...
*Without a Bible
To tell him so.*
The conscience of
A growing pearl,
The greatest gift
In all the world.
It gets yet larger
With each day...
*Although it has
No mouth to pray*.
The gentle acceptance
Of deep grass,
Which bends to allow
Your winds to pass,
Then stands again
With stately grace
To look once more
In Your sun's face.
The freedom of
A flock of birds,
For they have surely
Heard Your words.
The cheerfulness
Of a laughing brook,
Which will pass a
Boulder without a look!
The industry of
A little bee...
The good of his fellows
Is all he sees.
The patience of
Eroding wind,
It'll carve out beauty
In the end.
The humility of
A daisy flower,
It knows it's beauty
Will last but hours.
The love within
A mother bear.
To the end
She'll always care.
The resounding strength
Of a mountain range.
To these the centuries
Are not strange.
The wisdom of
An ocean deep,
Which will, forever,
Its secrets keep.
All these things,
I do believe,
My spirit will,
In time, receive.
It is Your will
I must accept,
As I do the kingdom
YOU HAVE KEPT.
I haven't put my name to this because I don't know how much of this I actually wrote. I penned it in a treatment center in Willcox Arizona. I don't remember the exact date. It just flowed out of me. Nonstop.
I believe this little prayer changed my life. Because God is certainly trying to work all those things into my life. I have been through extreme hardships. Addicted to drugs and alcohol for many years. And targeted by the Church of Scientology for over 20 years. I am nowhere near where I would like to be spiritually. But I'm certainly light-years from where I was.
I reposted this for a friend. I hope it is an inspiration to her, and you, reader.
Please forgive me for not being on site as much as I'd like. My father is ill, so I won't be on site much in the next few days. Thanks for understanding!
♡ Catherine
