A prayer by Markham

A Prayer

TEACH me, Father, how to go
Softly as the grasses grow;
Hush my soul to meet the shock
Of the wild world as a rock;
But my spirit, propt with power,	5
Make as simple as a flower.
Let the dry heart fill its cup,
Like a poppy looking up;
Let life lightly wear her crown
Like a poppy looking down,	10
When its heart is filled with dew,
And its life begins anew.
Teach me, Father, how to be
Kind and patient as a tree.
Joyfully the crickets croon	15
Under the shady oak at noon;
Beetle, on his mission bent,
Tarries in that cooling tent.
Let me, also, cheer a spot,
Hidden field or garden grot—	20
Place where passing souls can rest
On the way and be their best.

A goal

A personal journal of my thoughts and readings about God and the Bible and life in general.  It was written in response to a discussion in our Sunday night Bible study.  I felt that the church was avoiding its witness role by keeping things on an abstract or theological level allowing the folks in the pew to avoid the scraping that occurs when a believer actually tries to bring a relationship with God into the reality of everyday life.  I will try to think of ways to bring God into my everyday, midweek life.