He hath made every thing beautiful in his time (Ecclesiastes 3:11a, KJV).
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| Object to Be Destroyed by Man Ray |
How to pass the time between now and healing?
Little to do but wait out the suffering,
trust I've worn a path to the Throne, praying:
"Make the feathers of Your wings his covering,"
or even just by gasping: "Father. Help."
I'm still so far from understanding why.
I can tell you, though: I've been changed,
listening to the words of faith, even gratitude
he's spoken into these long, slow years of pain,
watching him carry my chestnut-haired honey
high on his shoulders, knowing well the cost of love.
**Linking with the communities of The Mag and Imperfect Prose.
Lovely prayer...
ReplyDelete"Father. Help" Simple words that say it all, and sometimes all that needs to be said.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas to you too Brandee. xoxo
ReplyDeleteI pray like that. A lot. An awful darned lot.
ReplyDeleteI'm loving sitting with these words. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteHave you read about the "breath prayer"? I think it's a monastic tradition. It has been such a blessing to me, feeling freed to just pray something as simple as "help me" as many times as I need it. God be with you
ReplyDeleteA very familiar prayer...and very beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing, Brandee!
smiles...we may never understand why...for in the end i dont think it will really matter to us...we all suffer too...each in our own way...and can be a great thing in bringing us together....
ReplyDeletelovely poem - and such a great verse
ReplyDeleteyour writing always moves me brandee. and yes. i pray help an awful lot too. i love that anne lamott.
ReplyDeleteIt would be nice if the way could be faster, but one day you look back, and it seems more days have passed without tears than with them. I love the truth here :)
ReplyDeleteI love this prayer, & this music! I wore out the LP I had playing it in college. Thanks for the lovely post, & God bless!
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