A Series of Poems for Prayers: #1 The Weary Life.
The Weary Life Though I barely come, I come. Though I am weary, I search. Your invitation has roused me and given me the strength to crawl into your light. To inch out of shadows, and awaken to hope. With so many demands, I stop and listen. Exhausting fears (about the future), taxing worries (for those I love), and the toxic belief: “It’s all is up to me,” I come. In the stillness I sense you, and from you I access peace. In the quiet I hear you, and with you I have company.