In the midst of those dark gray moments
when it seems that my spirit
has become twisted within me,
I long for clearer vision,
to remember that who I am
in the ways that matter most
is not defined by the hosts of things
that I must do
or have already done
or plan to someday do.

Remind me, O God,
that you have counted my footprints
in every path I have trod,
that you have chosen me
to be an heir of faith,
that I have been born again,
not of flesh and blood,
but of Spirit and Power
and that every hour
I have counted beneath a blazing sun

Will only matter
because I have chosen to hold on to faith,
that you are worthy of all trust
and will keep all that I have committed to your care,
and that everything done
for the least of your family
is more than all that can be done
in the name of this world
and its dark power in high places.

I will seek your face, O God,
until I shall behold it with my own eyes
and I will count as nothing
every aggravation of this brooding planet,
groaning in its own travails,
until it, too, is born again.

I will rejoice today
in the day that you have made.
And I will be grateful.

H. Arnett
7/7/17