To you o Christ I bring thanksgiving
for warmth and humor and gentleness,
for your faithfulness to generations
and steadfast love rising with each dawn.
I lift up the delights of my life
knowing that grass fades and withers
yet longing for permanence in these moments.
To you I sing praise, to you I whisper fears;
I breathe in Julian’s prayer that all will be well
and all manner of things will be well.
So to you o Christ I pray with my ancestors
for daily bread and daily love
and that in the end, all will be well.
