Often, instead of loving You, I seem to fear You.
I move away from your gaze, not sure, not ready to trust You.
Like a little duckling, I scurry away to hide in the reeds.
Teach me, Lord, to turn to You with trust, to allow your holiness
to come close to me, not to be afraid.
Teach me, Lord, to love You.
Amen.
— By a Columban Missionary