May God grant me the gift:

To lay my head upon my bed

and slip my mind to sleep;

To find upon the morrow

a refreshing realignment

of thought and deed;

To greet the day

with pleasure in all things;

And a sane desire

to think clearly.

 

May God grant me sight

to lift my eyes upon this world

of unceasing life and beauty;

And sound -

the symphony of the natural world

the dear voices

of family and friends.

 

And insight.

May I never lose sincerity

and tenacity

of heart and mind

that guide my words of love

encouragement and hope -

even my 'pen upon the page'.

 

May I find on my steps each day

family and friends -

Strength enough to open my door.

And if I do not lift the latch

to greet them with a smile

may they clearly say:

'She does not because she cannot.'

 

 

 

 

Cynthia Buell Thomas

January, 2018