We cannot wrench from the heart
Need
It is an inherited seed
But we can fill its hungry lair
With whispered thought
Turned into prayer
We cannot spell our thought but with this;
Word
Within its twisted ink the heart is stirred
Yet, there is One who hears our wordless sigh
Within a prayer
We spill its cry
We cannot stem longings restless
Tide
With things; they never fill the want inside
But we can shape
Our feeble plea
Into prayerful humility
We cannot tug from the unknown its
Veil
But we can trust in Love that will not fail
And as we reach into the seamless air
We can place our longing, need and hope
Within a prayer
© Janet Martin
‘Words, words, words’, I said yesterday, to no one in particular
as I was listening to something. ‘Sometimes I get so tired of words’.
And without missing a beat Victoria pipes up, ‘but words are all we
have!’
(my silly little sunshine:)
Another beautiful poem from the porch!
ReplyDeleteThanks Janet for all your words.
Quite the smile of sunshine shining through there. :)
It's not the kind of picture I would normally post but I could not resist:) She is such a goof! and every day sunshine no matter how cold and dull its is outside. (We took the pic after church yesterday. Hubby said he needs a 'fresh one' for his truck. I really, really HATE posing.)
ReplyDeleteJanet - once again your prayer filled words mark my heart. Indeed words however feeble are the path toward connection. I am thankful for the grace of God to fill in the gaps. So many gaps.
ReplyDeleteAnd that is a smashing photo! Pose away my dear, you look marvelous.
teri, you know how to make a dull housewife's day:)
ReplyDeleteI'm am so grateful for my God who fills in the GAPING gaps of my life. I could not get out of bed in the morning if I did not have that sweet peace.
Words are all we have indeed :)
ReplyDeleteOE, so true! Whether full or hollow, whether housewife, poet or politician, words are all we have:)
ReplyDeleteThank-you for your thoughts~