How many years have I idled away,
Waiting for that one perfect day
When the stars of mood and ambition align,
When time is free and the spirit is willing—
While I have this one life,
This fleeting gift
Through which time wings like a butterfly
That vanishes in the twilight.
What if that day never comes—
If every day is weary, crowded, busy, burdened?
Too soon will come the close of day,
While all this time I waited, wasting away the light.
May I see what is asked of me today, large or small—
To love, to learn, to give, to bear.
May I with joy carry out each task
In the midst of weakness and weariness.
Give me strength to be faithful,
Hope to endure,
Grace to love,
And Joy to be thankful.