O.K. I confess that I am a monumental pack rat who saves everything from old letters, cards, photos to NYC subway tokens and clippings from anywhere and everywhere. So I offer here an awesome clipping of a prayer by Gerald Kelly. Read slowly and take in its beauty and power.
This God,
Who watches worlds,
Sees my heart.
This careful calculator
Counting countless millions.
Counts me in.
This Artist,
Whose canvas outstretches
Eternity at both ends;
Whose palette out-colours planets
Paints my portrait.
This lover,
Who dreams in universes
Dreams of me.
This Creator,
Whose breadth of vision spans time
And spawns a cosmos;
Whose woven tapestry of purpose,
More compound than chaos,
Eclipsing complexity,
Rolls out like a highway through history;
Whose heartbeat deafens supernovas:
This Father
Kisses me.
This Playwright,
Playing
With the deaths and entrances of stars;
Scripting
The end from the beginning;
Knowing
The purpose of the play:
Watches
my feeble audition,
And writes
Me
In.
