“I Tremble on the Edge of a Maybe”
O God of beginnings, as your Spirit moved
over the face of the deep on the first day of creation,
move with me now in my time of beginnings,
when the air is rain-washed, the bloom is
on the bush, and the world seems fresh and full of possibilities, and I feel
ready and full.
I tremble on the edge of a maybe, a first
time, a new thing, a tentative start,
and the wonder of it lays its finger on my
lips.
In silence, Lord, I share now my eagerness,
and my uneasiness about this something different I would be or do;
and I listen for your leading to help me
separate the light from the darkness in the change I seek to shape and which is
shaping me. Amen.
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