For this day’s sins, O
God, grant us mercy:
For sloth that wasted
the hours
Or for haste which
outran its benedictions;
For fear that
frustrated bold hopes
Or dullness that took
everything for granted;
For anger that burst
forth destructively
Or indifference that
smothered the soul;
For suspicion wrongly
held
Or for trust cheaply
betrayed;
For indecision which
avoided the evil
Or for compromise
which disguised it.
- Samuel Miller