Prayer at the Last

Let this be my last word,
That I trust in thy love.
                                            Rabindragath Tagore


The day will come when each of us will be called upon by the great God to wind up the tapestry of our life, and allow the angel to remove the strings of our earthly being from the tapestry frame on which our life has rested during this earthly life. As the angel removes our life and we prepare to bring before God the works of our hands, the thoughts of our minds, the prayers of our hearts, may we be able to look at the tapestry and see many glowing colours of wonderful things we have done. Yet, truth be told, there will be gaps in the canvas and mistakes in the stitches - we all have learned lessons through making mistakes. However, Rabindragath Tagore has told us through the song of his words that, at this great moment of our birth into everlasting life, let our last word be of unshakeable trust in the love of our Creator God, the Father of the human race.


Let us be able to humbly say as we enter the Great and Luminous Presence, that we trust in His Love.


God of all, Your Love will cover all our mistakes with mercy.
Lord, Your Love will fill with compassion, all the gaps of the things we should have done in our lives and didn't do.
Creator, Your Love will rejoice in the glowing works of compassion and love we have carried out, and the lamp of Your Love and Great Works will burn more brightly and be burnished by the flame of our love.
Heavenly One, Your Love will quietly repair the damage we have wrought in the lives of others by our sinfulness, ignorance and fear.
But, above all dear God, may my judgement rest entirely
in Your Love
Because Your Love covers all the earth like a carpet of flowers covers the universe of the Namaqualand veld,
The waters of Your Love rage relentless and all encompassing over the plates of the earth as the ocean,
And Your Love is as gentle and forgiving as the dewdrop
caressing the young daisy as it raises its shy face to the quiet sun in the morning after the rain.


Dear God
Please let my judgement rest
on the bounty of Your Love;
and on the small flame of
my love for You.
Amen. 


*Photograph by Catherine Nicolette of the morning after the rain, Dublin, beautiful Ireland. Please feel free to use copyright free for any worthy purpose