I come to you now
as a child to my Mother,
out of the cold which numbs
into the warm who cares.
Listen to me inside,
under my words where the shivering is,
in the fears which freeze my living,
in the angers which chafe my attending,
in the doubts which chill my hoping,
in the events which shrivel my thanking,
in the pretenses which stiffen my loving.
Listen to me, Lord,
as a Mother,
and hold me warm,
and forgive me.
Soften my experiences into wisdom,
my pride into acceptance,
my longing into trust,
and soften me into love
and to others
and to you.
~ Rev. Ted Loder, United Methodist Pastor
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