I know I’ve been missing in action quite a bit. Okay, it’s been a while. Even though I haven’t posted prayers until this one. I’m grateful to keep my prayer life. I heard a great man once say “Knocked down seven, get- up eight.” I guess in many ways, a lot of us all across the world are feeling tossed and torn with the vicissitudes of life. If I started talking about all the things that were wrong, I’d have no energy left to speak of the miracles “through the dark nights of the soul.”
Right here in the silence,
tiny pecks of the keyboard echo loudly.
How to begin again? At the scratch of it. In the stillness ,
nothing but nothing,
thoughts overtaking another.
Picture a cloud he says,
“thoughts like clouds,
heavy, bursting with
tears of rain.”
My prayer begins,
Hi God. Can you hold all of this?
Do you have somewhere special,
Where can you put war and suffering?
All of this, is more that a cloud passing
there’s thunder, agony,
soldiers on the rise.
created and spoken by the author of this blog Krissy Mosley
