This week, a poem entitled “Keep Me in Touch with My Dreams” from Ted Loder’s, Guerrillas of Grace as I continue during the Lenten season of offering up a reading that I have found meaningful this past week. I realize that I filter much of what I read and watch and listen to these days through the lens of the ongoing news about Covid-19. Any poem that begins with a line about “turbulence and loneliness” is bound to catch my attention.
O Lord, in the turbulence and the loneliness of my living from day to day and night to night, keep me in touch with my roots, so I will remember where I came from and with whom; keep me in touch with my feelings, so I will be more aware of who I really am and what it costs; keep me in touch with my mind so I will know who I am not and what that means; and keep me in touch with my dreams, so I will grow toward where I want to go and for whom.
O Lord, deliver me from the arrogance of assuming I know enough to judge others; deliver me from the timidity of presuming I don’t know enough to help others; deliver me from the illusion of claiming I have changed enough when I have only risked a little, that, so liberated, I will make some of the days to come different.
O Lord, I ask not to be delivered from the tensions that wind me tight, but I do ask for a sense of direction in which to move once wound, a sense of humor about my disappointments, a sense of respect for the elegant puzzlement of being human, and a sense of gladness for your kingdom which comes in spite of my fretful pulling and tugging.
O Lord, nurture in me the song of a lover, the vision of a poet, the questions of a child, the boldness of a prophet, the courage of a disciple.
O Lord, it is said you created people because you love stories. Be with me as I live out my story.
I hope to see you soon.