Prayer for Pain

Knees on the Ground

Knees on the Ground Not a catchy songfrom an idolized show.Just a simple reflectionupon genuflection andhow difficult it's becomewith each passing yearto bend and re-straightenwithout a cringe and a sigh.Sometimes my kneestake it upon themselvesto voice their displeasure;

Intervention

Intervention The pain never stops.It has become as much a part of meas my skin, my eyes, my pulse. Please, please intervene.Reunite my body with your blessings ...with joy and life and strength. Remind me what it was to be safe in my body. And when I cannot hear Your reminders,

Coffee and Apathy

Coffee and Apathy Commiserate. "Bitch and moan." Kvetch. The English offer each other "tea and sympathy." What we do here in the states could be better described as "coffee and apathy." Most of us have become fairly adept at seeming to care about the travails of our fellow travelers on the road of life. We issue the appropriate...

Sick and Tired

Sick and Tired The aches still ache.The pain hasn't gone away.I'm sick of myself.Tired of being focused day and night on how I hurt.On what I cannot do,and what the next test might show or cost.Help me look beyond myself.Teach me to realizethat no one woman can live with pain, alone.Share Your: Compassion,Love,Patience.

One of Us

One of Us It's been years since we prayed together, years we could have grown apart but somehow didn't. I see Your hand in this. The same hand that formed us, loud and raucous,

Restoration

Restoration My body seems to have turned on me.My head is fluid.My stomach has flipped upside downand I've got a wretched caseof the shivering sweats.I am losing time to my sickness.My body is an enemy.Stay here with me, won't You? Lay a cool hand on my foreheadand soothe my...

Temple Ruins

Temple Ruins Into everyone's life must comethat one fateful day.My day was that morning,I woke up listing leftlike a ship without a rudder.My head found the wall,I didn't realize I was leaning.Even its name is a mystery: multiple sclerosis.This is where my faith found traction.You are there at every turneven when I can't...

Klutz

Klutz My body is a patchwork of bruises,cuts, scrapes and burns.I have not been a good stewardof the body You gave me.I seem to walk it into walls,and insist it be made of sterner stuffthan flesh and bones.Forgive me.Please move me deftly, like a master puppeteer;steer my two left feet.

Unending Love

Unending Love Her hands can't thread a needle,reading now, a past pleasure.Walking has become a challenge,forgetting what she had to say.Failing eyesight, hands that tremble,limbs that won't cooperate,memories playing hide and seek.Will You prepare me,this child who has now

The Diagnosis

The Diagnosis She called today.There was something in her voice I never heard before.She had been to the doctor."A biopsy is needed, just to be sure," they said.I offered to drive; she can't be alone.I'll hold her hand and chatter away.A mind occupied cannot think.When her name is called, I'll hug her.She...

Forget-Me-Not

Forget-Me-Not

Danse Macabre

Danse Macabre It gets better.Stay in between my synapsestap it out in Morse codeif need be.It gets better.Take me outside to lookat the birds flying in unisontaste the salty air by the boundless oceanfeel the sand between clenched toes. It gets better.