at the threshold of the new
Today I close the door on this year.
A year in which the world still turns because Your timing turns on a different calendar.
As I stand at the threshold of the new, God, give me eyes to see
the beauty all around me.
And the pain.
Give me ears to hear the music.
And the silence.
And the tears.
Give me arms to embrace all that waits for me
on the other side of this door.
Both the joy and the pain.
Let it be more joy than pain, please.
Or at least joy in the pain.
Help me to love those who hurt.
Give me hands to bring your healing.
Open hands to receive, to pass on, and to let go.
Help me to be open and transparent in my writing.
To reach deep.
To spill wide.
Help me to prune and peel and slice down to the core
Let me dance through all you have for me.
In the sunshine.
And in the rain.
Give me courage and serenity and wisdom.
(An updated repost from the archives.)
In the stillness,