Jesus is given as the rain is given
or the clouds.
Jesus is given as the rose is given,
the yellow ones I love,
about to bloom on the deck,
gold, then lemon,
then cream. All has been given,
this moment and the next,
the sadness and the joy,
and there’s nothing
we can do but receive. Our lives
are what happens—what is.
Strengthen us, O Given One,
to be glad.
after a prayer by Ruth Burrows