O God, protect me from my youthful and foolish words
before I knew the striving of life,
the suffering of man.
My love was small,
and my ignorance great,
and selflessness seemed an easy endeavor.
But now I have lived and known and believed
all that You set before me.
And though still foolish and wistful and slight,
my love has grown holy
as I have learned the weight of a world I do not carry
and the beauty of stars I did not set in place.
So, God of All, teach me bold and joyful words
to bear patiently the trial-thick silence with my sister,
and walk the thorn-laden paths of grief with my brother,
that through Your Word,
and by Your hope,
we might all be healed
and made to endure.