God, this is a prayer
For the pieces of my brain
That don’t fit
Or make sense to me right now.
You know, God, that I do not like to be confused.
And I hate when my body does things without telling me.
I feel tattered, and frayed around the edges
And my thoughts are frayed bits of something, that I still can’t catch ahold of—
In truth my thoughts still want to fly apart
And so I’m scattering a prayer, like seeds
To grow into something,
Can you please tend it?
In the in-between?
And I will try not to worry, about what is lining up, and what isn’t,
And instead just trust,
That scattered prayers are ok today.
Take them off my hearts, and hold them in the palm of your hand
And remind me
That every scattering helps and counts
Take each scattered prayer, I pray.
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