Tuesday, January 26, 2010


with repetitive openings and closings
of the same frustrating problem
over and over again,
the screw on the door began
to work its way out of the wood

each tweak of hardship
loosened the joint
until the screw fell out,
hit the floor,
and was kicked aside by
hurried feet

the door leaned;
weakened without its
small, but significant
source of strength

until the screw is found
and returned to its rightful place
within the door hinge,
the joist will grow weaker and weaker
until the entire door falls apart

Jesus, my Carpenter,
put me back together and
hold me firmly in place
within your gentle hands.
Fill me with your strength
so that I may withstand all
the wear and tear
of life, and the needs of those
who depend upon me. Amen.


  1. +JMJ+

    What a beautiful meditation! =)

  2. This is a true Mother's prayer. Thank you, Anne!

  3. Wonderful analogy. I can certainly relate to feeling like that at times ...

  4. Anne,
    I agree with Sarah~love the analogy. I definitely feel like I have a few screws a little loose, and yes some that even keep falling out of place. Thank you for this beautiful reflective poem. I join you in that prayer to the Master Carpenter.
    Hugs & Blessings!

  5. Another beautiful poem! My favorite lines: the first two of the first two stanzas. This poem is for all of us, for without Jesus ou Carpenter we will never make to the end of our road. Yes, the road will open before us, and swallow us whole. Peace! k

  6. I think I like this poem the best of all the ones you have posted thus far, Anne. Simply lovely!

  7. Oh, I can sure relate to this one! Your poems are beautiful Anne and so are your prayers, I always join you in them :)