"I say to myself, I will not mention His name, I will speak in His name no more. But then, it becomes like a fire burning in my heart, imprisoned in my bones, I grow weary holding it in, I cannot endure it." Jeremiah 20:7-10
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Pieces of Prayer
I bend to pick up a colorful bit of glass,
rub the sand off, and whisper a prayer...
again and again I repeat the action-
bend, rub and pray as I place the sea glass in my bag
before long I have a bag full of pieces of prayer
representing my gratitude and my worry
tangible reminders of my solitary walk
with the Lord on the lakeshore
and my soul feels His peace
through my pieces of prayer
whether the wind blows fierce under sky of gray
and the waves violently crash into rocky shore
or the day is mild with blue sky
and water gently laps at the beach
I am there walking along the water
collecting my pieces of prayer
and my soul feels His peace
through my pieces of prayer
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Thank you for those expressive and prayerful verses. What a blessing to live by the seashore.
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