Let God heal this.
Let His hand smooth the worry
the care
the fear
the pain
like a potter smooths clay.
Let God reform this soul
hollow it out
stretch it
and round it
until I am a vessel again.
Let my God fill the jar
with peace
with hope
with love
until it overflows; abundant.
Let my God whisper
let there be light
for her to see
in this dark space
that is only the void of her mind.
This I pray,
Amen
Friday, January 13, 2012
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