I pray that you have a sense of humor, O God:
How fickle I am on any given day!
Saddened, thoughtful, worried in one minute
and relaxed, top-of-the-world in the next.
How flighty we are as humans!
Outpouring in generosity for one another,
then intensely self-serving and self-focused.
How quick are the days you have given us!
Faster than the grass withering and fading,
the sun races across the sky to mock our sense of time.
I pray that you laugh…
and I will try to do the same.