Oh, grant me my prayer, that I may never lose the touch of the one in the play of the many.

Let me not look for allies in life's battlefield,But to my own strength. Let me not crave in anxious fear to be saved,But for the patience to win my freedom.

Poems On Time The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth. Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

When I think of ages past That have floated down the stream Of life and love and death, I feel how free it makes us To pass away.

There is no "next" after you are dead and gone from your own world.

When I stand before thee at the day's end, thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.

Repentance is a gift of God's grace.