O God of all seasons and senses,
grant me your sense of timing
to submit gracefully
and rejoice quietly
in the return of Advent waiting.
In this season of short days and long nights,
of fog and grey and cold,
teach me the lessons of waiting:
of the rain joining the mystery
of the hunkered down seeds on Antonio’s farm
growing while I sleep
watched over by grandparent trees
resting from autumn’s staggering energy;
of the silent, whirling earth
circling to race back home to the sun
where she will call them towards birth once more.
O God, grant me your sense of timing
to submit gracefully
and rejoice quietly
in the return of Advent waiting.
(adapted by ldh from Ted Loder, “Grant Me Your Sense of Timing”
Guerrillas of Grace Prayers For The Battle. Augsburg Books. 1981)
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