May not an instance of beauty be wasted on me
Because I was too preoccupied standardizing goodness
Using my own malnourished understandings.
May I not mis-judge cacophonous children's games,
Wasteful experimentation, and fights to get more
Because I am parsing the day into duty and spoiled delights.
May their neediness and sleeplessness and incompleteness
Not feel to me a robbery but an awakening to the fleeting now,
Corporeal and tender, like my efforts are to God.
May I not mistake what is Yours to be mine,
Carrying what I cannot and discerning as if I must.
For when I labor, I rest not, delight nor see;
And all of God's beauty is wasted on me.
Because I was too preoccupied standardizing goodness
Using my own malnourished understandings.
May I not mis-judge cacophonous children's games,
Wasteful experimentation, and fights to get more
Because I am parsing the day into duty and spoiled delights.
May their neediness and sleeplessness and incompleteness
Not feel to me a robbery but an awakening to the fleeting now,
Corporeal and tender, like my efforts are to God.
May I not mistake what is Yours to be mine,
Carrying what I cannot and discerning as if I must.
For when I labor, I rest not, delight nor see;
And all of God's beauty is wasted on me.
More on God's beauty: The Color Green
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