My prayers are
half sentences today.
Chopped up thoughts,
hesitant bits of conversation,
spill from my fearful heart.
It hurts too much
to say it all,
to think it through,
to feel in one lump sum.
Take these incomplete
fragments,
pearls of pain,
string them together
on the enduring thread
of your love.
Make a necklace
of my heart’s
half spoken cries.
——
Give ear to my words, O Lord,
consider my sighing.
Listen to my cry for help,
my King and my God,
for to you I pray.
Psalm 5:1-2
From Heaven at my Door by Juanita Ryan
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