A Prayer For Friday
Lord, the cold has come. Perhaps not for everyone, but for me.
Cracking skin, marrow soaked in the pin-pricks
of wind unchecked and chilled deeply.
My heart is drawn to the chill-
maybe because I see so much darkness, early darkness
in children and the innocent eyes taken too soon.
Maybe my heart is drawn there because
I have lost, I am lost, or I know
that loss is immanent.
Give me today the immense strength and stamina
to speak into the face of the winter whip and say,
"Abba, You are enough for me. If you are all I have, then you are all I need."
Yes. Let it be true.