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Trishie
Guest
A contact today made me want to share my prayer poem to tell others how precious they are. God grant we show people how precious they are. Read ‘him’ as ‘him/her’
Worlds passing by
You pass me by. I catch your eye for an instant.
If introduced, we exchange light courtesies?
Perhaps our communication shall never grow deeper
and we may on earth never feel close?
Perhaps not meet again?
For we are strangers. Or that vague thing, acquaintances,
or friends who never guess how little each really knows the other.
Or for a brief while we have in deep fraternity recognised each other
until, perhaps, darkness closes over the moment
and we are again strangers!
In me, you see, perhaps–another of many persons—
ordinary, irrelevant or for the moment, useful or demanding?
I, observing you may feel the same?
Yet I know you for a world,
a universe within!
To God, you are precious, unique, and beloved!
beheld through Jesus crucified and risen…you, like me, God’s child!
How profoundly we should care!
Yet we are often afraid and untrusting
even with our own best loved.
I feel for you a gentleness that you cannot suspect–
though through circumstance or mutual limitation,
there may exist no effective human link between us.
I turn to God confused, and plead to love and serve you
“Behold this person, Lord, created in image of Your Son
and intended for harmonious union with me in You–
as with numerous other souls, worlds–mysterious, complex, rich.
Beautiful. Yet wounded in the reality and knowledge of his frailty.
In him–all beauty, all gift and good–
concealed within, without revealed–is You.
Receive then as Yours that gift-of-Your-life-and-love in this person
offered to You as my prayer for him in faith.
Accept him at my hands through the Person of Christ
in Whom You are Father and all humankind is brother, sister.
Draw this person nearer for Your love for him in me,
in this, the moment of my caring!”
Still strangers, we are thus in secret united, through Your love and prayer our God.
You know, and Your knowledge of our kinship embraces me
As Your compassion and grace flows into the being for whom I pray.
“For this renewing surge of healing and creation
in the soul of my sister or my brother,
I thank You, Lord our God and Father!” Love, Trishie
Worlds passing by
You pass me by. I catch your eye for an instant.
If introduced, we exchange light courtesies?
Perhaps our communication shall never grow deeper
and we may on earth never feel close?
Perhaps not meet again?
For we are strangers. Or that vague thing, acquaintances,
or friends who never guess how little each really knows the other.
Or for a brief while we have in deep fraternity recognised each other
until, perhaps, darkness closes over the moment
and we are again strangers!
In me, you see, perhaps–another of many persons—
ordinary, irrelevant or for the moment, useful or demanding?
I, observing you may feel the same?
Yet I know you for a world,
a universe within!
To God, you are precious, unique, and beloved!
beheld through Jesus crucified and risen…you, like me, God’s child!
How profoundly we should care!
Yet we are often afraid and untrusting
even with our own best loved.
I feel for you a gentleness that you cannot suspect–
though through circumstance or mutual limitation,
there may exist no effective human link between us.
I turn to God confused, and plead to love and serve you
“Behold this person, Lord, created in image of Your Son
and intended for harmonious union with me in You–
as with numerous other souls, worlds–mysterious, complex, rich.
Beautiful. Yet wounded in the reality and knowledge of his frailty.
In him–all beauty, all gift and good–
concealed within, without revealed–is You.
Receive then as Yours that gift-of-Your-life-and-love in this person
offered to You as my prayer for him in faith.
Accept him at my hands through the Person of Christ
in Whom You are Father and all humankind is brother, sister.
Draw this person nearer for Your love for him in me,
in this, the moment of my caring!”
Still strangers, we are thus in secret united, through Your love and prayer our God.
You know, and Your knowledge of our kinship embraces me
As Your compassion and grace flows into the being for whom I pray.
“For this renewing surge of healing and creation
in the soul of my sister or my brother,
I thank You, Lord our God and Father!” Love, Trishie