As evening comes and the sun slips behind the trees, I sense that all is slipping away –
My resolve, my vision, my determination to do better today than I did yesterday.
Instead, I sigh into my chair feeling completely empty handed.
I arrive at dusk’s light with nothing to offer as proof that I made a difference today.
And, yet, my Lord receives me.
Perhaps it’s because I AM empty that my God has a special reception for me.
I have no energy because I spent it on others today.
I have no imagination because I shared it with others today.
I have no ax to grind because I worked hard for justice today.
The Lord prepares a table before me to sustain me through the night.
Surely, goodness and mercy will flow upon me in my dreams.
I retreat, empty handed, and look to tomorrow with its renewal.