Hope looks through any open window,
squints through cracks at a barely visible, a barely possible future
because it is what we were made for–
hope, that is.
So even when life is its darkest, and smothering stresses would
choke, cling, and cloud,
there it is; there I am,
seeking that one weak seam
and finding the splinter of truth that shows its way beyond all this
to hope and a future.
So I hold on,
and I pray on: “God of the slimmest of chances, deliver me.”
OH WOWZA–that is fabulous, beautiful–my goodness, I have no better words. May I reblog please?
Absolutely. My morning wake up poems are fueled by so much that is pressing. Lord, help.
I must tell you that throughout my day, you would hear plenty of, “help me, Lord, help me, Lord’s”. It’s murmuring of a more noble kind, no?
My favorite . . . and often my only prayer.
I have a feeling He treasures those, don’t you?
Yes! Desperate and unpretentious.
Sometimes it’s when I’m so tired and think I just can’t go another step, do another “whatever”–and He picks me up to carry me, and says, “that’s alright, I CAN”. Sweet Shepherd of Love
I have a positive PS to our discussion: in between my “help me, Lord’s”, there are lots of “Thank You Jesus”‘! Just wanted you to know I’m not always a whining wimp.
Sound like a real person to me. Those who are always “up” make me wonder if they are a real person and / or selling something. -) We all struggle, and that’s part of growth–working through the slime of life and the slime in our own souls to become a more devout kingdom person. Hard work sometimes, though.
Oh I’m very real, probably too much so sometimes, for some people. I’ve been told I’m “edgy”, but I like to think I’m “earthy”–as I’m pretty sure Our Lord had an earthy side to Him. He traveled with some raw folks, so I doubt He was piously speaking in King James English a lot. Just my supposing!
KJV–definitely not, though it is poetic. 🙂
It’s been a long time since I opened a KJV–maybe it would make more sense now that I’ve learned so much from modern translations….hmmm.
I like a variety of translations and paraphrases. That stack of Bibles that folks say they are going to swear on? Its by my bed. 🙂
I also have a stack of various translations/paraphrases–but it’s in my living room, as I have no light in the bedroom. I rather like the New King James–but use the New Internat’l for daily reading; and I like the New American Standard too. Are you familiar with the Jerusalem Bible? The “Jesus Freaks” I knew in my college dorm gave me one–lovely poetic language! And it has sentimental value for those girls who were my friends then.
That is one I don’t have.
I’ll find a nice passage and bring it to you later.
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Oh, Readers!–this is an exceptional “Must Read” for you all. God bless you, each and everyone. Mirada
Amen! 🙂 Very nice write, Lilly!
Peace and luvz, Uncle Tree
Thanks, and back at you.
I think this is a tremendously important message for a lot of people because surely we can never really lose hope. Hope is always trying to get to us through every crack and crevice, and anywhere light can shine. Thanks for sharing your beautiful words and photo.
Thanks for your affirming comment!
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I’ve been doing a personal project looking at prayers, particularly prayers of women. I confess very few capture my attention for more than a moment. Your prayers are so from the heart and real feeling that they captured my heart and my head. Thank you!
Thank you. I appreciate your thoughtful words.
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Wow love this perspective. Very creative.
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