Jesus, who came to seek the lost,
give me the willingness to be found by you.
I am scattered about, playing hide and seek with grace.
Pieces of myself
lie here and there,
in this room and that,
in the past and over the horizon,
above and below,
within and without.
Gather me together as a mother hen gathers her chicks.
I want to be under your wing,
where your heartbeat
and mine can sound as one.
I trust you to lead me with gentleness to my heart’s core.
— from the book A Retreat with Saint Anthony: Finding Our Way by Carol Ann Morrow