prayer

Humbly pray
in fetal position
Supplication has merit
Thanksgiving opens heaven’s gate

Rosary hung on her wrinkled hands.
She can’t see that well.
She can’t hear that well.
Her heart has been shattered to liquid form.
So, she can feel nothing at all.

Someone on the street told her
that there is a snow storm and prolong power outage somewhere in the world.
She kneeled on the pew with her un bendable arthritic knees.
She recognised there is pain and brokenness.
But she thinks it’s ok
while somewhere in the world the snow storm place is filled with misery.

Prayer for My Brothers

Today I see the vibrant sky through a slate filter
The heaviness of it descends to cause me pain
I curl up in bed in fear and despondency
bearing a fraction of what my brothers are enduring
My brother with a weak heart
My brother with a diseased bowl
My brother with constant pain
My brother with a hurting heart
All you endure collide in me
I collapse in despair
I lift up each of you and place you into God’s palm
And I go free