Five days ago we closed out 2020. As we look toward 2021, I leave you with a timeless prayer written decades ago. This prayer comes from a clipping in a paper my father received for years from his Masonic Lodge. I found this among other clippings in his nightstand when he died in 1980, three months after he turned 62.
I don’t know the author of this prayer, but I hope you will find his thoughts worth considering.
Let me do my work each day, and if the darkened hours of despair overcome me, may I not forget the strength that comforted me in the desolation of other times. May I still remember the bright hours that found me walking over the silent hills of my childhood, or dreaming on the margin of the quiet river, when a light glowed within me and I promised my early God to have courage amid the tempest of the changing years. Spare me from the bitterness and sharp passions of unguarded moments.
May I not forget that poverty and riches are of the spirit. Though the world know me not, may my thoughts and actions be such as shall keep me friendly with my self. Lift my eyes from the earth and let me forget the uses of the stars. Forbid that I should judge others lest I condemn myself.
Let me me not follow the clamor of the world, but walk humbly in my path. Give me a few friends who will love me for what I am, and keep ever burning before my vagrant footsteps, the kindly light of hope. And though age and infirmity overtake me, and I come not in sight of the castle of my dreams, teach me to be thankful for life, and for time’s olden memories, that are good and sweet, and may the evening twilight find me gentle still.
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I am crying aloud to You, O True God, for I long to know Your answer. Hear me, O God. Hear my plea. Hear my prayer for help. Psalm 17:6 (VOICE)
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I wish you well.
A great poem with much to think about! Thank you for sharing it, Sandy.
Kathy, I’m so glad you appreciate the poem. You’re right. The poem gives us much to consider.