God of All Time,
traveling, I almost always find myself ready and eager
to return home as the trip comes close to its end.
want to return home to the familiar,
not so much with the end of life,
the end of this road,
the end of this journey,
the trajectory into the unfamiliar
I need to understand that death is really entry into
my truest home in eternity.
should, every day, make every effort
to be worthy, and to be ready.
I must take my life one day at a time,
and not entertain morbid thoughts
of my last days, decline, or death itself.
the very old, tired and sick tell us that they truly
"are ready" to go.
without being morbid, I should give
some thought to my last days,
my last morning,
my last conscious hour,
my last chance to do something good
in this life before it is all over
as I depart and the curtain falls.
need to confront what is a certain reality and
prepare for it, if not eagerly,
at least sensibly.
why not eagerly, if I have squared myself with You,
my Creator, cast off all enmities, apologized for all
injuries, asked You to forgive all my sins and shortcomings?
Let me try to put aside gloom and fear
and doubt so as to ready myself
for the last dawn, the last day,
the final chance to do good before I face Saint Peter
with his big account book
in the sky.
me pack my eternal bags with, good acts,
selfless generously, kindness, forgiveness and prayers.
ask You, Oh, God, to help me be ready,
and help me not to fear, but rather bravely, hopefully
and eagerly, prepare to meet
You in the eternal hereafter.
know my heart and my will.
Make me generous. Make me strong.
Make me brave.
Make me Yours!
(c) Donn B. Murphy 2012
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