Like the Apostles, we get rare moments of light and joy. We get glimpses of the Promised Land towards which we are all travelling in faith, the Lord giving us a little foretaste of what’s to come. These are times we, like Peter, want to pause to last forever.
But we have to go down the mountain again and for Jesus and the disciples the pain of his passion and death was not far away.
Life myself in own my times of depression we can be bereft of hope and tempted to despair. Such are the highs and lows of life and they promoted me to write this prayer poem.
Through the ups and downs of life,
Be my feet on level ground
When I’m confused and in despair
Lord, may a path to you be found.
Be a breath of hope within me
As to you I place my steps
Midst the ins- and- outs of problems
To you I always turn for help.
In the ebb and flow of tides
Be the harbour when I dock
And when the storms blow fiercely, Lord
Be my strength and my rock.
In the back and forth of choosing
Be the wisdom in my choice.
In the stillness and the silence
Let me hear your gentle voice.
In my comings and my goings
Be the place my heart calls home
In my spirits highs and lows
I find my strength in you alone.
In the breakup of my dreams
Be my confidante and my trust
And among life’s many wins and losses
Be the prize I cherish most.
So I can live with you forever
Free from care and free from strife.
Let your Word be my foundation
And my food, the Bread of life.
Word of Wisdom
When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at will change.
A sad story!
I’ m not sure if you know this but I sometimes try to play the bagpipes. Recently I was asked by a Willie O’Brien, undertaker to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper's grave somewhere out in the country.
As I was not familiar with the area, I got lost and, being a typical man, I didn't stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late and saw that Willie had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers left and they were eating lunch. I felt badly and apologized to them for being late. I went to the side of the grave and I started to play. The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played with my heart and soul for this homeless man with no family and friends. And as I played ‘Amazing Grace’, the workers began to weep.
They wept, I wept, we all wept together. When I finished and was making my way to my car, I overheard one of the workers say: “I never seen anything like that before and I've been putting in septic tanks now for over twenty years.”
Apparently, I'm still lost...it's a man thing!
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