A Simple Prayer
Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2024 1:26 pm
Crown my head in gray, dear Lord,
And bless my tangled tongue.
Return to me the mystery
I knew when I was young.
Before the scorn of cynics,
Before the sophist’s sneers
Condemned and then converted me
And ground me in the gears
Of mundane acquisition.
Behold the jester’s prize:
A stick-strung golden carrot
And blinders for the eyes
That once looked ‘round in wonder
At all Your hands had made,
Dimmed by fleeting glimmers
sparked by treasures doomed to fade.
Restore to me the vision,
To see with childlike grace,
To marvel at the morning sun
And trace the stars in space.
Lift the veil of reason,
Let awe be my reward,
And let me walk in mystery,
With trust in You, my Lord.
And bless my tangled tongue.
Return to me the mystery
I knew when I was young.
Before the scorn of cynics,
Before the sophist’s sneers
Condemned and then converted me
And ground me in the gears
Of mundane acquisition.
Behold the jester’s prize:
A stick-strung golden carrot
And blinders for the eyes
That once looked ‘round in wonder
At all Your hands had made,
Dimmed by fleeting glimmers
sparked by treasures doomed to fade.
Restore to me the vision,
To see with childlike grace,
To marvel at the morning sun
And trace the stars in space.
Lift the veil of reason,
Let awe be my reward,
And let me walk in mystery,
With trust in You, my Lord.