Enthusiastically, Dawn

Today I share a prayer for light. I wrote this poem in 2022. You can see the original published post here. I’ve modified the title, I look at it like a refresh. That’s one of the joys of writing something. You can always change it as you will (or as the Lord wills)!

The end of August has a special vibe. It’s like the last sigh of summer. The last week before we set our sights on September and the launch into Autumn. Oh, I do delight in this time of year, don’t you? You don’t have to be a student to enjoy the fresh start September invites. The beginning of the end of the year, the cooler morning’s whisper. It won’t be long now, and is it ever a wrong time to set our hearts, and minds on the things that are eternal? In that spirit, I offer, a prayer for our upcoming season. May it bless you as you read. Please read slowly and savor it. Read it twice, if you like.

A Believer’s Prayer for Light

Lord, You are the Bright Morning Star, the brightest Light.
I ask for more light shed on stories of the good being done,
and less on the evil…not because it isn’t present but
because what we focus on continually will consume us.
Thank you for your wisdom.

Let us be consumed with good, not evil.
Let us dwell on those things you deem worthy
instead of the shortcomings we see in
our leaders, our communities, our churches,
our families, our spouses, our children.

Lord, we are an ever increasingly anxious people,
for we have forgotten that You came,
You died, You live, You reign.

Lord, we have rejected, minimized, slandered, profaned
Your precious, glorious, beautiful name.
Forgive us.

Lord, we have allowed our insatiable appetites to define and rule us.
We choose blindness, deafness, and the vacuous promises in worldliness.
We exalt lies, deny truth, choose the darkness, believing
we can imitate your glorious light.
THEN we wonder why our neighbor is our enemy,
our families fragmented, our children overwhelmed, deceived, hopeless.

And because we say, we see, yet do not see
we hear, yet do not hear…we have traded the greatest good,
for the weakest reasoning.

Let us see, once more, Your glory.
Remind us, of the power in that true Christmas story
Let Jesus, Our King take away our worry,
Come to us now, let us turn from our hurry
for you bring us peace; Yes, You alone are our peace.

Return us to that Silent Night when the babe in a manger
put everything right- yes, the stars and the shepherds saw the glorious sight.
And here now- we are His miraculous delight!
Let us depart from words that are vain, Instead let’s
proclaim His beautiful name, and walk in the light
of the love we do claim, whose love claimed us, and on Christmas came.