O Lord, who art as the Shadow of a great Rock in a weary land, who beholdest Thy weak creatures weary of labor, weary of pleasure, weary of hope deferred, weary of self, in Thine abundant compassion and unutterable tenderness, bring us, I pray Thee, unto Thy rest. Amen.
~ Christina G. Rossetti
When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world are wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?" I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; THEY ALSO SERVE WHO ONLY STAND AND WAIT."
~ John Milton, On His Blindness
Thou has made us for Thyself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it rests in Thee.
~ St. Augustine
Blessings ~ God's patience, mercy, love, abundant compassion ~ unutterable tenderness ~ grace ~ wisdom ~ justice ~