Time, Lord...
I remember how, back in my busier days,
time was a commodity always in short supply:
I never seemed to have enough time
to do all I had to do,
all I needed to do,
all I wanted to do...
But now my time’s a treasure
and like sand, it slips and runs
between the fingers of my days
and I'm not quite sure
just where it goes,
where it's gone or
- just how much is left...
Can it already be September?
How quickly flew July and August,
nested now, I reckon,
in some lodgepole pines or aspens
'round Georgetown, Colorado...
And this weekend, Lord:
my 60th high school reunion!
All the years 'tween 1965 and 2025:
where have they gone?
how have I spent them?
what have I learned?
what have I given? what have I taken?
what have I made of all that time?
all your gifts?
and all my opportunities
to grow in grace,
in love of you,
in love of all the people
whose paths have crossed my own?
Time, Lord...
My time is now a costly treasure
slipping like grains of sand
through the fingers of my days:
I'm not quite sure just where it goes,
- or just how much is left...
So make me grateful, Lord,
for all that's been,
the good and bad, the happy, sad,
the ups and downs,
the hopes and disappointments,
the failures and successes
and all that has, for weal or woe,
made of me
the one who makes this pray tonight...
Make me a faithful steward, Lord,
of all the time that's left:
may I live and love each moment
in your mercy, in your grace,
at peace with you and all of those
whose paths have crossed my own...
Amen.
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