Lord so many things skitter through my mind, and I give chase to gather them and hold them up in a bunch to you, but they go this way and that while I go that way and this... So gather me up instead and bless what eludes my grasp but not yours; trees and bees, fireflies and butterlfies, roses and barbeques, and people... Lord the people...bless the people:
birthday people, giving birth people, being born people;
conformed people, dying people, dead people;
hostaged people, banged up people, held down people;
leader people, lonely people, limping people;
hungry people, surfeited people, indifferent people;
first world people, second world people, third world people;
one world people, your people, all people.
Bless them, Lord. Bless what eludes my grasp, but not yours.