In July
i.
Oh, Holy Spirit,
Come upon me, like a warm breath of air, sweet with the smell of summer;
Or the first telling of lilacs in spring.
Guide me home.
I don't know how to get there myself.
I am incomplete.
ii.
Father,
Weigh heavy on me with desire;
Might I trust the light of your grace.
Part your clouds that I may gaze into a world of light,
And my soul be set free.
I run towards it,
And I don't look back.
I am taken up,
I am part of
A foreign light.
It is not me,
But it must be for me.
Oh wonder! Oh power!
You are terrible,
But my soul longs to be filled with your beauty.
To send off,
Into the glorious adventure.
I run towards it.
Ever and ever and ever towards it.
I don't look back.
iii.
Father,
Do fill me with your purpose.
Show me that nothing satisfies as fully and as completely
Yet lays on me so gently and so safely.
Don't let me go.
Make me alert.
Show me that strength and perseverance are real.
May your urgency rest upon me.
Make sharp my perception
Yet don't let me stray into superiority or selfishness.
Father,
Make your intentions clear to me.
Might I walk into them without fear
But confident in your ways.
In August
i.
Father,
Melt me into myself,
Quiet and afraid in you,
My protection.
ii.
I am not alone.
These feelings are shared
By Christ.
iii.
Father God,
Teach me to let go.
Would that your warm breath caress against my face,
And comfort me as nothing else will.
That your quiet voice
Would be my strength alone,
To fill this hole inside of me.
Remake me
A creature sensitive
To these things.
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