Tuesday, February 05, 2013
This was on the refrigerator door at my Dad's house for many years. At the bottom were the birth and death details of my paternal grandfather's life...1886-1966. I thought he was the author of this poem..but in the last year or so, I discovered that he is NOT the author. If you search google for it...it comes up in many variations...but apparently the author is unknown. So, I am sharing the version my father liked.
My Father's Prayer...and mine.
Lord, thou knowest better than I know myself that I am growing older; and someday will be old.
Keep me from getting talkative, and particularly from the fatal habit of thinking must say something on every subject on every occasion.
Release me from craving to straighten out everybody's affairs.
Make me thoughtful, but not moody, helpful but not bossy. With my vast store of wisdom it seems a pity not to use it all. But thou knowest, Lord, that I want a few friends at the end.
Keep my mind free from the recital of endless details...give me wings to get to the point.
Seal my lips to my many aches and pains....they are increasing and my love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by. I ask for grace enough to listen to the tales of others' pains. Help me to endure them with patience.
Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally it is possible for me to be mistaken. Keep me reasonably sweet. I do not want to be a saint...some of them are so hard to live with...but a sour old person is one of the crowning works of the devil.
Help me to extract all possible fun out of life. There are so many funny things around us, and I do not want to miss any of them.