Come, Lonely Winter Solstice
O My Jesus, I bow before You,
sinful & negligent. I speak & act
without giving either sufficient thought.
I am inconsistent & stray from
obedience; I sin. My heart wears a frown
where a smile should be.
Quiet my mind. Stomp on my pride.
Mold my soul: disturb my indifference.
Change my arrogance to humility.
Angels dance with sun & bright moon,
kiss human souls. Lord, hide me with
angels who will understand.
Sweet Jesus, hide me with those
angels of joy! Don’t let me die an
immature, cocooned star.
I’m most often content being eccentric —
maverick, obstinate, persistent, repeating
the same words like a broken record—
happy being a dandelion,
growing among yellow daisies. You use those
with willing hearts. You can transform me.
Is it I, Lord? Is it I You are willing to use?