Replace My Thoughts, Dear Lord

Replace my thoughts, dear Lord.

Fill my head with higher things

that draw my eyes up and out

beyond my scrolling ticker-tape woes

to the horizon of Heaven breaking in.

That Sunrise that is still surely beaming.

That Light whose let there be is not bridled.

Shine on my grey matter, Holy One,

and resurrect my dead-end daydreams.

Call me again to the One Necessary Thing

at the heart of all things: the crux of the world,

that Man who stands still outside of business

and email and worry and more! and offers

to take up residence in the recesses of

my heart to hallow the hollow chambers

that empty and fill in time with a tune

I didn’t start and I won’t conclude.

Guide me into Your dance, Merciful God,

that I may forget myself and think only You.