A poem I've grown to love

Holy One,
there is something I wanted to tell you
but there have been errands to run,
bills to pay,

arrangements to make,

meetings to attend,

friends to entertain,

washing to do...

and I forget what it is I wanted to say to you,
and mostly I forget what I'm about,
or why.

O God,
don't let me forget, please
for the sake of Jesus Christ...


O Father in Heaven,
perhaps you've already heard what I wanted to tell you.
What I wanted to ask is
forgive me,

heal me,

increase my courage, please.

Renew in me a little of love and faith,
and a sense of confidence,
and a vision of what it might mean

to live as though you were real,

and I mattered,

and everyone was sister and brother.



What I wanted to ask in my blundering way is
don't give up on me,
don't become too sad about me,

but laugh with me,

and try again with me,

and I will with you, too.

-Ted Loder, Guerrillas of Grace