A Poem: Dust of This Dying Day
Dust of this dying day Spreads itself thin Across the horizon. Deep sighs emerge For undone hopes and hurries. Please don’t close the door! Not yet, not now! More time, More today; So much left On lists of intent. There is always tomorrow! But that sunset Will be the same. So much… Undone, unfinished. Living in the evening Of undone, unfinished, In grace, through grace Means… Breathing peace, Exhaling doubt, Feeling content, With what is finished; No matter how small, How insignificant; Bringing “well done” To the dust of This dying day.
A Prayer: Leaving This Day Behind
Lord, I leave this day behind, Knowing that I have failed In obeying you, In living as you desire. I leave this day behind, Knowing that I have fallen short In loving others, In showing grace, I leave this day behind, Asking for your forgiveness; Asking for your grace and mercy To wash over me, Removing the stains of this day; That I caused, That I created. That only you can erase. Let me leave behind this day, Father; Experiencing your love, Anticipating a new tomorrow In your glorious presence.
A Passage of Scripture: For Reflection
Your unfailing love is better than life itself;
how I praise you!
I will praise you as long as I live,
lifting up my hands to you in prayer.
You satisfy me more than the richest feast.
I will praise you with songs of joy.
I lie awake thinking of you,
meditating on you through the night.
Because you are my helper,
I sing for joy in the shadow of your wings.
-- Psalm 63:3-7 NLT