I was browsing my books when I came across Prayers of Life by Michel Quoist, 1918 – 1997, a French Catholic priest and writer.
Here is one of the prayers.
LORD, I HAVE TIME
I went out, Lord.
People were coming out.
They were coming and going.
Walking and running.
Everything was rushing, cars, lorries, the street, the whole town.
People were rushing not to waste time.
They were rushing after time,
To catch up with time,
To gain time.
Goodbye, sir, excuse me, I haven’t time.
I’ll come back, I can’t wait, I haven’t time.
I must end this letter – I haven’t time.
I’d love to help you, but I haven’t time.
I can’t accept, having no time.
I can’t think, I can’t read, I’m swamped, I haven’t time.
I’d like to pray, but I haven’t time.
You understand, Lord, they simply haven’t the time.
The child is playing, they haven’t the time right now … later on …
The schoolchildren have their homework to do, they haven’t time…
Later on …
The students have their courses, and so much work, they haven’t time …
Later on …
The young have their sports … Later on …
The young couple have their new house, they haven’t time … Later on …
The Grandparents have their grandchildren, they haven’t time …Later on …
They are ill, they have their treatment, they haven’t time … Later on …
They are dying, they have no …
Too late. They have no …
And so, everyone runs after time, Lord.
They pass through life running –
hurried, jostled, overburdened, frantic, and they never get there.
They haven’t the time.
In spite of all their efforts they’re still short of time,
of a great deal of time.
Lord, you must have made a mistake in your calculations.
There is a big mistake somewhere.
The hours are too short,
The days are too short,
Our lives are too short.
You who are beyond time, Lord, you smile to see us fighting it.
And you know what you are doing.
You make no mistakes in your distribution of time.
You give each one time to do what you want him to do.
But we must not lose time,
waste time,
kill time,
For time is a gift that you give us,
But a perishable gift,
A gift that does not keep.
Lord, I have time,
I have plenty of time,
All the time that you give me,
The years of my life,
The days of my years,
The hours of my days,
They are all mine.
Mine to fill, quietly, calmly,
But to fill completely, up to the brim,
To offer them to you, that of their insipid water
You may make a rich wine.
such as you made once in Cana of Galilee.
I am not asking you tonight, Lord,
for time to do this and then that,
But your grace to do conscientiously,
in the time that you give me, what you want me to do.
Amen.
Mike Rolton
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