A Prayer for Today by Phillip Brooks

O God:

Give me strength to live another day;
Let me not turn coward before its difficulties
or prove recreant to its duties;

Let me not lose faith in other people;
Keep me sweet and sound of heart, in spite of
ingratitude, treachery, or meanness;
Preserve me from minding little stings or
giving them;

Help me to keep my heart clean, and to live so
honestly and fearlessly that no outward failure
can dishearten me or take away the joy of
conscious integrity;

Open wide the eyes of my soul that I may see
good in all things;

Grant me this day some new vision of thy truth;
Inspire me with the spirit of joy and gladness;

And make me the cup of strength to suffering
souls; in the name of the strong Deliverer,
our only Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

Reposted from forwardmovement.org

A Morning Resolve

I will try this day to live a simple, sincere, and serene life,
repelling promptly every thought of discontent, anxiety,
discouragement, impurity, and self-seeking; cultivating
cheerfulness, magnanimity, charity, and the habit of holy
silence; exercising economy in expenditure, generosity in
giving, carefulness in conversation, diligence in appointed
service, fidelity to every trust, and a childlike faith in God.
In particular I will try to be faithful in those habits of
prayer, work, study, physical exercise, eating, and sleep which
I believe the Holy Spirit has shown me to be right.
And as I cannot in my own strength do this, nor even
with a hope of success attempt it, I look to thee, O Lord
God my Father, in Jesus my Savior, and ask for the gift of
the Holy Spirit.

*Reprinted from Forward Day by Day (prayers.forwardmovement.org)

A Prayer for Right-Seeing

There are times
it requires the entire will,
every muscle fiber, each heart-string,
to see those squashed banana pieces as jewels,
the bread crumbs as confetti,
the demands as opportunities for love.

There are times
I feel the heart reaching, insisting, pulling
on the harness of right-seeing, yoking
these phyical moments to the ever-lasting instant.

So when the dark douses my light
and plunging, sinking, drowning pride
brings its crooked despair,

breathe for me
and turn my eyes to the sky,
let the water recede
and the salt dry up the pity.

There are times
I feel the heart reaching, insisting, pulling
on the harness of right-seeing, yoking
these physical moments to the ever-lasting instant.

Remind me my image is yours.
I am made for the unconditionality of love,
the humility of Christ.