///I Hold My Life Up to You Now

I Hold My Life Up to You Now

December 29, 2013

Patient God, the clock struck midnight
and I partied with a strange sadness in my heart,
confusion in my mind.

Now, I ask you to gather me,
for I realize the storms of time have scattered me,
the furies of the year past have driven me,
many sorrows have scarred me,
many accomplishments have disappointed me,
much activity has wearied me, and fear has spooked me
into a hundred hiding places,
one of which is pretended gaiety.

I am sick of a string of “Have a nice day’s.”

What I want is passionate days,
wondrous days, dangerous days, blessed days, surprising days.

What I want is you!

Patient God, this day teeters on the edge of waitingDSC01697
and things seem to slip away from me,
as though everything was only a memory
and memory is capricious.

Help me not to let my life slip away from me.

O God, I hold up my life to you now,
as much as I can, and as high as I can,
in this mysterious reach called prayer.

Come close, lest I wobble and fall short.

It is not days or years I seek from you,
not infinity and enormity, but small things and moments and awareness,
awareness that you are in what I am and in what I have been indifferent to.

It is not new time, but new eyes, new heart I seek, and you.

Patient God, in this teetering time,
this time in the balance, this time of waiting,
make me aware of moments,
moments of song, moments of breads and friends,
moments of jokes (some of them on me)
which, for a moment, deflate my pomposities;
moments of sleep and warm beds,
moments of children laughing and parents bending,
moments of sunsets and sparrows outspunking winter,
moments when broken things get mended
with glue or guts or mercy or imagination;
moments when splinters shine and rocks shrink,
moments when I know myself blest,
not because I am so awfully important,
but because you are so awesomely God,
no less of the year to come as of all the years past;
no less of this moment than of all my moments;
no less of those who forget you as of those who remember,
as I do now, in this teetering time.

O Patient God, make something new in me, in this year, for you.

— by Rev. Ted Loder

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