We come into this world
With you on the horizon.
Sometimes you are close.
Sometimes you are so far away that we cannot see you.
But you are there – always.
Why is it such a surprise
When we see you at our neighbor’s door?
When we watch you walk down the hallway toward us?
There are those who have met you and found peace in your presence.
Those who seem to befriend you,
Not afraid of you or what you bring.
I want to be like one of them.
Help me, God of Life, to walk the path you have for me.
I am yours.