Exasperated Swan

It's Morning, Jesus

I pray Lord Jesus that at this years end
You will lift the veil of mileage
And open our struggling eyelids.
In old age, we are not old,
We are young.
We advance, one step at a time
Toward eternity with you.
You give us the image of eagle’s wings
Yet we hang our heads like exasperated swans
We are wise enough now to discern
The frozen soot and the faded spark
Open us to the influence of exhilaration
From above
That we might harness the life from below
And know its fullness.
It is through the secular that we travel to the sacred.
That is why we follow you.