A Celtic Prayer for the Last Friday in Lent
By Richard Bryant
As I examine the unwoven threads of this day,
I look at each piece.
Each color a moment, each length a word.
Some of the frayed fragments are tears, other loose strands are laughter.
In the silence of this moment I ask, “How will I put this day back together?”
“How will tomorrow be restored?”
Then I am reminded, this is not my task.
Only you weave the strands of frayed lives back together.
You create a new quilt of life each day.
You make new fabric from old rags.
You do what I cannot and will never be able to accomplish.
You restore and recreate.
Heal me and make me part of your future.