Be my strength, O Lord
It’s a dream that won’t come true for the next few days. A dream of sleeping the entire weekend off. A dream of going to Church without thoughts of impending exams. A dream of finally beginning Steinbeck’s The Grapes of Wrath. A dream of going to SM North and watching the latest and dumbest movies.
But I might be dreaming of the wrong things. And somehow, the Lord, omniscient has He is, knows very well that it will do me more good if these wishes are not be granted to me.
With all the strength I can muster, I awaken myself from this idleness and start burning the midnight candles.