Christ sacrificed
skin,
speech,
defense,
and life —
it is,
perhaps,
the least we can do
to sacrifice
our impulse
to dominate
in argument
and put
in its place
prayer.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
Christ sacrificed
skin,
speech,
defense,
and life —
it is,
perhaps,
the least we can do
to sacrifice
our impulse
to dominate
in argument
and put
in its place
prayer.
It’s pain,
more than a priest,
that teaches you
how to pray.
I find it difficult
to write
poems of
spirit and faith —
a challenge
that surprises me,
for there are, truly,
few moments
more poetic
than casting my heart
onto the ground,
crying out to my Creator,
in desperate hope and distress,
for relief from the boulders
that burden me to the earth.
What do you carry in your heart but struggle to write about?