I’m so tapped out of prayers.
I’ve been writing them for almost two years…
words have been ripped from my soul.
I’ve learned and yearned and earned
and still I find myself turning to God.
Anguished.
I think in my heart of hearts
that if I say the right words
everything will be fixed.
When instead, God….
you know.
You know God,
The right prayers do the opposite.
Cutting open the wounds,
Allowing myself to emotionally
throw up for the entire world to see…
and ironically
that helps
So here I am.
Stubbornly
Being Sick on the Page one more time.
Saying WHY GOD
WHY THE HELL WON’T WE DO THE THINGS WE NEED TO DO
to Bring a PANDEMIC to AN END.
Never in my life will I EVER use the expression
“Avoid it like the Plague”
Never will I take supply chains for granted.
And I look forward to being
a weird old lady
with tales of school from home,
when the church FINALLY got tech
after me a young-in pleaded for years with it,
Shutdowns, BLM, masks, baking
and that time when
we all learned to appreciate
science and vaccinations
(and hopefully redesigned how we
allocated ALL the national budget)
So here we are God,
just you
and me
and the world,
and a prayer
Trying to fix things.
I’m not going to stop.
Let’s go.
Amen.
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