We know that the whole creation
has been groaning in labor pains until now…
but if we hope for what we do not see,
we wait for it with patience.
—Romans 8.22, 25
Mary, teach me, your gestational faith,
the courage of your patience,
to trust God’s slow, inexorable work.
God, give me strength to stand still
against anxiety’s shrill bustle
and the world’s flustered hurry,
and my own insistent urge.
In a world desperate to be saved
give me patience to wait,
to hope and wait,
to trust and wait.
For the goodness within,
like the holy child,
grows until the fullness of time.
God of the long run,
give me the patience of Mary.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net