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Lord God,
Today may I take less
and see more.
May I realize that everything I see
is a gift to me
to be enjoyed,
savored,
remembered
but not to be controlled,
possessed,
owned.
May I come to see that the less I grasp
the more I truly have.
May I be simply thankful.
For all of it.
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Lord God,
Help me this day
to summon that which from inside me
nourishes others.
May my first thought be
that those around me might flourish and thrive
in your Spirit,
Lord God.
May I keep my eyes fully on your joy
and show your joy to others.
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Lord God,
The spontaneous joy
that comes
from sudden disappointment.
Teach me
this deep wisdom too.*

*This or something like this from Rumi, a 13th-C Persian mystic poet whom I’m working with this week.
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Lord God,
For those times
when I know what to do
but am blocked from doing it,
cleanse my mind
from all that interferes with my focus,
consume what stands between me
and the purposes
that mark out the direction of my life,
give life again
to whatever I need to flourish and grow.
Fill me once again with your Spirit, Lord God.
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#MorningThought

(from the great spiritual poet Rainer Maria Rilke)
One of my lifelong favorites:

Does Rilke nail this or what?

God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.
Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.
Give me your hand.

Book of Hours, I 59
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Lord God,
Slowly I have come to see
that your love always wins,*
in life, in death,
in sickness, in health,
in good times and bad,
in misfortune, in success,
in our brightest days and in our darkest nights.
And certainly at the end of life and time as we know it,
your love wins.
I do not thereby take your love
or you
for granted.
I accept such love in deep reverence
knowing that it contests
sometimes fiercely
all that is unloving.
Knowing that it works its way
through a deep wisdom
I can only quiet my soul and trust.
And every day I live unmindful of your love
is a day in which I am lost.
But you reach out in love
and draw me back.
Such love never fails.
Thank you,
thank you,
thank you,
Lord God.
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Lord God,
So we are not alone,
as our culture implies:
the media,
the newspapers,
our national leaders,
most of the things we hear and read.
We need not take on the world alone
and then feel weak in the face of failure.
It is not true
that you are so very high up
that we must live this life
as if it does not count for very much.
You are all around us
and in us.
What it takes is just to talk to you.
Even if all we say is that we don't have time to talk,
or don't yet know how to talk.
Just to begin to talk to you
just as we are,
as we would talk to a friend,
deepens into a consciousness
of what we've been missing
by supposing we must take on the whole world alone.
We come to see
that our sense of belonging in this world
depends on our sense of belonging to you.
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Lord God,
The way back home
to you
is long
if I listen to my mind;
it is short
if I listen to my heart.
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Lord God,
I simply ask for this:
that I might move
from self-consciousness
to self-awareness,
from what is rigid and controlling
to what is free and flowing,
from what centers on myself
and my own fearful, little way of seeing reality
to seeing my connectedness to all that is,
my connectedness to you.
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Lord God,
Always I am on my way from bondage to liberation
though I often forget
and limp along
bound in ways I do not see
and come to feel are normal.
But sometimes by your grace,
I catch a glimpse,
just a glimpse,
of what liberation is like
and of the amazing joy,
the euphoria,
therein.
May I stop and look and see,
reach out and grasp it.
And hold on to it.
Such is eternal life.
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