This week's reading from
A Mystical Heart
by Edwina Gately
I give to you, Holy One,
my tiredness when
the day is done.
I give to you my anxious fears,
the pent-up heart
that holds back tears.
I give to you, Living One,
unfinished work,
things left undone,
calls not answered,
memos piled high,
my sense of failure,
my stifled cry.
Oh, I give to You,
Compassionate One,
my life's little pieces,
my broken song.
I give to You, God of all grace,
this broken pot.
this empty space.
No comments:
Post a Comment