Praying, praying


Like the leaves scattered on the ground; that’s how I feel. Dried out, blown about, crunching when stepped upon.
I still pray. I still tell myself that this too shall pass.
Dear Lord help me think uplifting thoughts, unclaw this sickening dread from my soul.
I too am your child, I too need solace. So do my children and my husband.
I beg you, don’t leave us here too long.


4 thoughts on “Praying, praying

  1. I have written several notes and cannot press send. Nothing I can think of to say has any value and is of no comfort. Even now I stare at my screen at the banality I have just written.

    There is only silence.

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