HENRY DAVID THOREAU
HOLD ON
I pray today that I may:
Hold on to what is good,
even if it is a handful of earth;
Hold on to what I believe,
even if it is a tree that stands by itself;
Hold on to what I must do,
even if it is a long journey;
Hold on to life,
even when it is easier letting go;
Hold on to Your hand,
even when I have just lost my way.
May I live in each season as it passes:
Breathe the air,
Drink the drink,
Taste the fruit,
And resign myself to the influence of each.
May I be blown by all the winds;
May I open all my pores and bathe in all the tides of Nature,
in all her streams and oceans, at all seasons.
May I grow green with spring, yellow and ripe with autumn,
Drink of each season’s influence as a vial,
A true panacea of all remedies,
Mixed for Your special use.
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