heartache
requests for prayer
flood and fill
all empty space
a beast, ravenous
crying, demanding
to be satisfied.
Small as I am
I face drowning
awash
in all that pain.
So I do the one thing
I can
I lift my hands
my prayers
tiny fish, broken loaves
an offering of thanks
to the One
Who can answer
in multiplied blessings.
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6 comments:
beautiful... I just love your writing!
Ah, so good, Karin! Thank you so much. Beautiful words.
He fed the 5000 -- and then there were all those leftovers, a representation, I think, of the blessings that overflow on top of us. Good poem.
This is BEAUTIFUL. What a great way to start my morning.
Your prayers are very powerful HFF! His love for you is strong!
Thank you for this. I will be using it in a noonday Eucharist today during the sermon time. (The Gospel reading is John's version of the feeding of the 5,000.)
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