I
am worried; I do not know whether my fears have a base,
But I tend to imagine my worst and frighten myself.
At times, without even noticing it,
I find myself tense and self-absorbed, full of fearful
fantasies.
At other times,
I tell myself I worry too much - but carry on worrying
just the same.
I fear that others will not understand or like me,
If I tell them what is really on my mind.
My words sound foolish even to myself, as I try explaining.
I wish I could unload my worries
on to Ooving shoulder,
I wish I knew what peace and serenity mean.
I realize now that I am talking to someone who knows
me through and through.
You know everything about me before
I even say it,
You know my inmost secrets, my deepest needs,
And the very source of my worry.
You know fully well how I hurt myself, and what I need
to do to be healed.
You are my God, my Mother, my Father,
my unfailing Friend,
I thank you for being my all and I thank you for this
moment's wisdom.
And I ask you - though I need not
even ask - for the light,
To see what I do not see, for the eyes that see me as
You see me,
For the wisdom to take hold of Your hand.
In Your arms I am totally secure,
whatever may happen to me,
In Your eyes I am precious and beloved, whatever sores
I may carry,
And by Your grace I can myself slay the dragons of my
fantasy.
With You at my side, I am going
to look at my worries,
For my time is too precious, any my life too short,
To be spent - to be wasted - on worry.
