Creator Spirit, who broodest everlastingly over the lands and waters of the earth, enduing them with forms and colours which no human skill can copy, give me today, I beseech Thee, the mind and heart to rejoice in Thy creation.
Forbid that I should walk through Thy beautiful world with unseeing eyes.
Forbid that the lure of the market-place should ever entirely steal my heart away from the love of the open acres and the green trees.
Forbid that under the low roof of workshop or office or study I should ever forget Thy great overarching sky.
Forbid that when all Thy creatures are greeting the morning with songs and shouts of joy, I alone should wear a dull and sullen face.
Let they energy and vigour which in Thy wisdom Thou hast infused into every living thing stir today within my being, that I may not be among Thy creatures as a sluggard and a drone.
And above all give me grace to use these beauties of earth without me and this eager stirring of life within me as a means whereby my soul may rise from creature to Creator, and from nature to nature’s God.
From John Baillie’s A Diary of Private Prayer (1949)
Taken from Reflections on the Word by Ken Gire