hope for quickening

I've been listening to the talks given during the Anselm Society's conference, Imagination Redeemed. At the end of this one, this prayer was read, and I had never heard it before.

God of our life, there are days when the burdens we carry

chafe our shoulders and weigh us down; 

when the road seems dreary and endless, the skies gray and threatening;

when our lives have no music in them, and our hearts are lonely,

and our souls have lost their courage. 

Flood the path with light, 

run our eyes to where the skies are full of promise;

tune our hearts to brave music; 

give us the sense of comradeship with heroes and saints of every age;

and so quicken our spirits that we may be able to encourage

the souls of all who journey with us on the road of life, 

to your honor and glory.

                                                                  -  attributed to St. Augustine

Meanwhile, my brother pointed out a robin's nest in the cherry tree, almost hanging over the driveway. 

Life continues.