I’m tired of my prayers
Being shaped like sick children
and full emergency rooms
and humans struggling to breathe.
Debates about policies and masks and vaccines make me want to scream and rage,
and do not bring out the Jesus in me.
Lord God, I long for the dandelion seed shaped prayers,
the ones that look like shooting stars, and tiny mustard seeds.
Instead, I am here, cursing fig trees,
Screaming at the stormy waves to “Shut up”
and licking my lips to whisper when I see the rioting crowd
“forgive them Lord–how can they know not what they are doing?”
I’m tired of the shapes of these prayers that tumble from my lips–
But I do not have any other prayers to pray.
Maybe the Holy Spirit can pray some other shaped prayer for me too,
like a bonus; if she has the time.
And meantime, I’ll keep praying human shaped prayers,
at least they are a kind of prayer, I know how to pray,
so I will keep praying them. Until I know what else to do.
Feel free to use/adapt/share with credit to Pastor Katy Stenta