06/15/2026
God of My Life,
The wind was ferocious,
and though it lacked rotation
it reached hurricane force.
It was equally pervasive,
clawing at every corner.
No tree was left unscathed;
but while some are missing
huge limbs or are counted
a total loss, the damage
to others is minimal.
The giant ones with deep
roots still stand, though many
are lopsided and bear ugly
wounds where sizeable
boughs were ripped off.
The trees that fared best
are the supple ones, those
whose branches swayed
more freely in the face
of the violent winds.
So it is with the soul.
Expunge every trace of
rigidity from my heart and
mind. As I age, help me
to grow more flexible.
Let it be so!
Donald K. Nelson, ad gloriam Dei