[From Guerillas of Grace, by Ted Loder]
Lord, so many things skitter through my mind,
and I give chance to gather them
and hold them up in a bunch to you,
but they go this way and that
while I go that way and this. . .
So, gather me up instead
and bless what eludes my grasp but not yours:
trees and bees, fireflies and butterflies,
roses and barbecues, and people. . .
Lord, the people. . .bless the people:
giving birth people,
being born people;
banged up people,
held down people;
first world people,
second world people,
third world people;
one world people,
Bless them, Lord.
Bless what eludes my grasp but not yours.