A Summer Prayer by Ted Loder
Thank you, Lord, for this season
of sun and slow motion
of games and porch sitting,
of picnics and light green fireflies on heavy purple evenings;
and praise for slight breezes. It’s good, God,
as the first long days of your creation. Let this season be for me
a time of gathering together the pieces into which my busyness has broken me.
O God, enable me now
to grow wise through reflection,
peaceful through the song of the cricket, recreated through the laughter of play.
Most of all, Lord,
let me live easily and grace-fully for a spell,
so that I may see other souls deeply, share in silence unhurried,
listen to the sound of sunlight and shadows, explore barefoot the land of forgotten
dreams and shy hopes, and find the right words to tell another who I am.