I stood
Poised at the gate
And sent a prayer out
On the wings of my hope.
Blessings,
I prayed--
and light.
Love,
I called--
and faith.
Mercy--
I whispered,
and truth.
I stood
Poised at the gate,
And a song poured forth
Lit by the fire of my soul,
Tempered by the want of my heart.
Redeem me,
I cried--
make me whole.
Heal me,
I sang--
bring me peace.
Return me,
I said--
deliver my soul.
I stood
Letting breath fill me
And light
And hope
They filled me and
Flowed through me
Blessings! I prayed.
Heal me, redeem me, make me whole
I stood at the gate,
So filled with longing
and light
And hope
I walked through at last
And so became my prayer.
I write, mostly to keep my head from exploding. It threatens to do that a lot. My blog is the pixelated version of all the voices in my head. I tend to dive into what connects me to God, my community, my family and my doubt. I do a lot of searching, not as much finding. I’m good with that. I have learned, finally, to live comfortably in the gray. I n the meantime, I wrestle with God, and my doubt and my joy. If nothing else, I've learned to make a mean cup of coffee.
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