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I can't believe I'm about to begin my prayer this way
- but here goes:
If I were you, Lord...
Yes, if I were you, Lord, I'd finish the work
of coloring and crowning the trees in their glory
before I'd allow even one single leaf
to leave its branch, to flitter and float
and finally fall to the ground and rest
on a carpet, crisp and browned by time,
awaiting a blanket of snow...
But that's not your way, Lord...
The trees are still turning, some branches yet green,
as you put the finishing touches
on autumn's delightful display
and even now, as I take in her beauty,
my eye catches sight of the falling leaves
and my wonder is tempered with loss...
Death follows life and life follows death
in the passing of time in creation,
season to season, year to year
through death in this world to life in the next...
So, I'm like a tree you're still working on Lord,
putting your finishing touches
on the person you called me to be
as I fumble and falter and slip from the heights
to the earth from which I was made...
If I were you?
Well, I'm not you, Lord
and your way is yours,
and your way's far better than mine...
So I pray this morning:
be patient with me as you finish the work you began
in my heart, in my soul, in my words and my deeds,
'til I fall, like a leaf, on an autumn day,
fall into your hands, in your time, in your way,
forever to live in your peace...
Amen.
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