In the Morning
Today, Lord, I
have an unshakable conviction
A positive
resolute assurance that what you have spoken is unalterably true.
But today, Lord,
my sick body feels stronger
And the stomping
pain quietly subsides.
Tomorrow…
If I must
struggle again with aching exhaustion, with twisting pain…
Until I am
breathless
Until I am
utterly spent
Until fear
eclipses the last vestige of hope
Then, Lord—
Then grant me the
enabling grace, to believe without feeling, to know without seeing, to clasp
Your invisible
hand and wait with invincible trust
For the morning.
(Ruth Calkin)
