gather into Your arms
all the flightless angels
the child never cherished
the cat that never purrs
whisper to the ungainly
you are beautiful
you are Mine.
gather into Your arms
all the flightless angels
the child never cherished
the cat that never purrs
whisper to the ungainly
you are beautiful
you are Mine.
I want so much from this New Year.
I want not to tiptoe through my relationships.
I want not to relinquish my freedom to the musty dank of ancient fears.
I want to fill my path with Light as bright as this January summer sun.
Forgive me all the sins of years, and grant me the hope of a graceful life.
Help me to see myself as I see those who surround me with love.
Bring me to the knees of compassion and tenderness.
Remind me to laugh with my entire heart.
Send me out to give of myself the gifts that I have not yet seen.
Bring me afresh to the wonder of life and those who live.
Give me the determination to forge ahead when the day is stale and empty of inspiration.
Devote me to my promises, my truth, my word.
Fold me in the arms and wings of those who are ever present to fashion of me a being of joy.
Let me never wander from your kindly Sight, or trespass on the ground of squandered time.
Thank you for giving to me all I need before I think to ask.
Stormy Bailey
© 1 January 2009, The CatWirks
A pooling of efforts to illustrate, in color, all five of the Walker treasuries