I content myself with what comes,

And the light of ages pours itself down on me

A day at a time, a moment at a time,

And warms me to my mission.

And I cannot receive it all,

But some

Falls into my cup.

And it’s enough to keep me moving, loving, speaking, writing.

How great the Love that pours out into undeserving cups!

And it’s enough. It’s enough.