The Night Before She Died She Finished Her Homework

Could you not watch with Me one night?
He said, and what then will He say
To those who spend their nights as I:
Blind to Your calls, deaf to Your hands,
Drunk with animal labor, so as to seem
As one of those who don't know God?

How will they say she spent her last night
Before she went spinning out of time,
Before she shattered into shivering roses?
There are a thousand ways to die
And just a few to live. Sometimes
I smell mine, just above my head, between
The bookcase and the crown molding;
Or in dazed passing taste it, or a trace of it:
Strange honey in the corner of my mouth.

Give me Your Word, show me Your way,
That my soul might live and not die.

Sometimes when I stop or when I wonder,
Sometimes when I cry then I remember
That You want all my startled stoppings,
All my quiet reachings, all my tears -
So it would seem, for You reserved them
At a high price: at the price of blood.

Perdition pulls; tomorrow I may fade;
Intentions drift like vapor; words are gray;
But while we're here, for what it's worth -
Remembering the life You breathed that day -
I will love You with all of my heart
I will love You with all of my mind
I will love You with all of my strength
I'll love You with everything

Isaiah 53

He has borne our griefs
Borne our griefs and carried our sorrows
We esteemed Him stricken, smitten by God
Smitten by God and afflicted

All we like sheep have gone astray
We have turned, every one to his own way

He was wounded for our sins
He was crushed, He was beaten
He made payment for our peace
And by His stripes we are all healed

For His Father was pleased, He has put Him to grief
When You sacrifice His soul, He will see His seed

kindness

be kind, be kind to the wayfarers, the wanderers
be kind, be kind to the strangers, the sojurners
be kind, be kind to the travelers on their way
they may be homeless, they may be hungry
they may be lost, they may be lonely
they may be world-weary just as you.