Everyday prayer

Well it always comes to this,

so busy living life

I become the god of my own storylines

And with excuse after excuse

About having no time for You

I run round in circles til I stop for breath

I sit down to decide, to plan, regroup, re-strategize

Having forgotten it's no use

So of this tangled mess of strands that I've made of my life

Let me pick the path that pleases You

Well it's no wonder that tonight

Like so many nights

With a vengeance Sister Sleep eludes me still

Trying to be the mastermind

Forgetting there's a line

Between letting and not letting go the wheel

But after all these years You're still here--

I can see You now

Crossing Your arms, shaking Your head

Like a parent to a child

I spy a gentle smile as You

Let me pick the path that pleases You