Trusting - A Birthday Prayer/Poem at Ninety Years Old
I depart from my usual hubs and give space to a prayer/poem written by my mother who just turned 90.
I planned to write her a tribute but somehow that never materialized for one reason or another. Anyway, we celebrated her birthday in a big way because it is really worth celebrating.
She assumed the roles of both dad and mom for all of us 5 kids since our dad passed away more than 30 years ago. She has kept our family together through thick and thin through all these years. Her grit, determination, faith and love have always been our inspiration.
My mom always loved to write but this love for writing has taken a back seat from all the other things she has to attend to as sole parent. She has recently taken up this love again and what I share here is a prayer/poem she wrote just a few days before her 90th birthday.
My Mom's Prayer/Poem
Lord, teach me the song of Eternity
So I may sing it every day
Lead me to accept the joy and pain
Which our earthly lives bring.
Open my eyes to the beauty of the tiniest flower
Let my clogged ears hear the message clear
Grasp me with your strong hand
Lest I stumble where I stand.
Help me to gather and burn the thorns on the way
So those who follow me
May escape the pain they bring
To whoever steps on the sting.
Free me from the uncertainties of tomorrow
That I may be spared from much sorrow
Help me to live a life of service
Until the hour of my withered flesh.
Bathe me with the water of redemption
With open arms and great affection
Clasp me to your forgiving bosom
Where I shall share, Lord, the glory of your Resurrection.
- Maria S. Placer
After my mom wrote this prayer/poem, she came up with another one which according to her came as an answer to this present one.
I will share this answer prayer/poem in a future hub.
My mom does not use the computer. She has an aversion for all the "techie" things we use today. So I am serving as her conduit to the world wide web.
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