I parked and I captured this photo. I was inspired by the light and the green that broke through the openings in between the rocks. I prayed this post election prayer written earlier.
Emotions are scattered and often numb
You console and remind us
there is work to be done
it’s a tough message, a rough lesson
we may not want to hear
but we’re told to listen as it rings loud and clear.
We asked for change,
a jumpstart, a way to fulfill our needs
but like a rose that grew from a tainted seed
the unexpected happened right under our feet
like a landmine, like an explosion
like a tough bed of thorns
like darkness before a noonday storm
but, another way of listening is born.
My God! You often remind us
of One who lighted the Way
the Divine One who taught us how to pray
the Lord’s Prayer,
give us this day, our daily bread, we say
Then, we receive bread that’s hard to chew
In your holy presence we remember
our jaws are not broken
our hands are not chained down
yes, many hearts are sorely bruised
our eyes are wet and yet, opened too
Merciful God, awaken us to the reality that
You, O God Governs
Not man or woman
Not polls or pollsters
Not sound bites, hash tags, sweet or bitter tweets
Not likes, strong mikes or uncanny might,
Rules this country or world
It is the unseen Spirit, the Holy Light
That fuels our spirit and gives us the grace,
gives us the reason and the hope to be a light.
Park and pray at 1:11 pm
One thought on “Fuel for the Spirit”
Thank you, cleo for putting words to our feelings.