May 12

We must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work. — John 9:4

Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been;
I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell;
Unto thine ear I hold the dead sea-shell
Cast up thy Life’s foam-fretted feet between;
Unto thine eyes the glass where that is seen
Which had Life’s form and Love’s, but by my spell
Is now a shaken shadow intolerable,
Of ultimate things unuttered the frail screen.
— Dante Gabriel Rossetti.

Let me not pass my work at morn
And then at eve,
Find for what purpose I was born—
Just as I leave.
— M.B.S.

Prayer

Lord God, I do earnestly pray that thou wilt give me strength to break away, if I may be trying to free myself from habits that mar my character. May I not lose courage and fall back in the old ways, but by faith be led where I should go. Amen.