Dear Lord:

I return yet still I do not see.
Your work still miraclous to me
yet all that I have seen leaves me somehow
mute.

Out-stretched hands reaching toward heaven and
no answer still I find.

Holy spirit make me an instrument of thy will
that I might share the vision.
Hold me up Lord for I am weak at the broken places;
while young men scramble I fear that I might fail.

Pray with me Lord that I might not leave this world
my work undone, my gifts unshared and my heart heavy
with wonder.