Bless what eludes my grasp

So many things skitter through my mind,

And I give chase to gather them

     And hold them up in a bunch to you,

But they go this way and that

     While I go that way and this…

So gather me up instead

And bless what eludes my grasp but not yours:

     trees and bees,

     fireflies and butterflies,

     roses and barbeques

     and people…

Lord, the people… bless the people:

     birthday people,

          giving birth people

               being born people;

     conformed people,

          dying people,

               dead people;

     hostaged people,

          banged up people,

               held down people;

     leader people

          lonely people,

               limping people;

     hungry people,

          surfeited people,

               indifferent people;

     first world people,

          second world people,

               third world people;

     one world people,

          your people,

               all people.

Bless them.

Bless what eludes my grasp but not yours.

-Ted Yoder, Guerrillas of Grace