Tuesday in Holy Week
The Lord has heard my supplication;
the Lord accepts my prayer.
Psalm 6:9
I fling unformed words of appeal
I grasp at wisps of gratitude
my way strewn with unruly prayers
I am so small and my God so vast
and even so, she gathers up each entreaty
each tear, each nascent hope
each attempt at love
so nothing is lost
even as all unravels
and the way darkens
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