Too often, O God,
the terrors of the world
seem to overwhelm
the promises of Your love.
Too often, O God,
the smallness of our talents,
resources and opportunities
dishearten and distract us
and make us doubt
the promises of Your love.
Too often, O God,
we do not even think of You,
do not even listen for You,
do not even look for You
in the struggles and joys
of our daily life.
Open our hearts and minds
and our daily activity
to the persistence of Your promise,
the power, the joy,
the real presence
of Your love.

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