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// Saturday, September 12, 2009

A Prayer, of Sorts

Lord, give me the strength to be more than an empty vessel – show me how to pilot the soul-ship.

Let me hear the message loud and clear through the chatter, prattle, and background noise of daily life.

Draw me away me from the unwritten tomorrow and lead me to the clouds (and the crows) of the ever present now.

Please keep me from getting stuck knee-deep in scat, by avoiding it in the first place.

And when the scat can’t be avoided, remind me not to tarry, but to wade my way to greener pastures.


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