"Prayers" by Michael Quoist

I've given you all, but it's hard, Lord.
It's hard to give one's body, it would like to give itself to others.
It's hard to love everyone and claim no one.
It's hard to shake a hand and not want to retain it.
It's hard to inspire affection, only to give it to you.
It's hard to be nothing to oneself, in order to be everything to others.
It's hard to be like others, among others, but to be other.
It's hard always to give without trying to receive.
It's hard to seek out others and be, oneself, unsought...