As You raise the
mighty sun from slumber,
dew crystals freshen the fields and lawns
but will soon be gone.
into oblivion as we rise up to face the tall challenges,
the gray confusions, the burning worries
and the bright surprising joys of another day.
Your gossamer-garbed, funerary angels,
have been coming down through the clouds
all night to bear away silently the souls released by death.
Some of the souls, I think, must be brilliant blindingly
bright, some others -- well,
not so much -- just weakly glowing, intermittent and uncertain,
In the opposite direction, floating down through the firmament,
I imagine little
pink and blue-ribboned seraphim bearing,
cupped in their tiny hands, first soft angel's breath for
the about-to-be born babies
of this special day.
guards, lunch boxes in hand,
fire and rescue personnel
and guardians of the law,
head wearily home to their daytime sleep.
Give them rest, dear God, they served us faithfully as we
Bless also the
"Open-24-hours" store clerks,
who were there to fill prescriptions
and provide other services through the night.
Farmers astride their big John Deere tractors
are toiling almost before sun-break.
Give them, please, enough sunshine and rain
in good proportion, for bountiful abundant crops and successful
You, in the Consecrated Host, are lifted up
by holy hands in silent candle-lit,
waxy-scented chapels, while subways stairs
and platforms all over the world are already buzzing like
hives with millions of early-bee workers awaiting the roaring
hardly able to sleep, now make up their eyes and slip into
peau di soie gowns, as bridegrooms smoke and make
nervous humor with their suave and reassuring best men,
who are somewhat ragged-out from the bachelor revels of
the night before.
God of Harmony, bless the unions which they will soon take
up, the promises they will need Your help to keep, and the
children they will bring into this sometimes daunting, sometimes
dangerous, but much more often glorious, grand and good
Yellow buses echoing
with high-pitched screaming happiness wend their way carefully
to schools, where teachers are already dutifully laying
out their lesson plans
and video disks. Give those teachers, please, God, patience
and stamina, obedient students, satisfied parents, and a
wise new generation
to pick up the unfinished tasks which we will leave behind.
Bless all this
earthly buzz and joy, I pray, Dear God, and moreover, bless
me in all I do this day. Make me productive. Lead me to
be thoughtful of others. Inspire me to be charitable, and
aware of those in need,
both in my circle of acquaintance,
and across the world.
Hold me close within Your Sacred Heart,
and keep me sinless there.
of us this day our daily bread
and our fervent hopes. Renew our faith, embolden our actions,
and inspire our charity for all we encounter.
All this I pray
in in the holy name of Jesus.
2012 - Donn B. Murphy
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