For many people, but particularly for a friend who prayed tonight as though she truly understood, because she does.
thank you
To speak of prayer publicly
seems like sacrilege somehow…
an unwarranted barging
into the Holy of Holies,
brandishing a flashlight
and shouting, “follow me, boys!!”
seems like sacrilege somehow…
an unwarranted barging
into the Holy of Holies,
brandishing a flashlight
and shouting, “follow me, boys!!”
But I have to say thank you
for praying for me.
Thank you for entering in
and feeling what I felt
for praying for me.
Thank you for entering in
and feeling what I felt
for digging your hands
into the cold, dark soil
and raising your hands
up to God, to show Him,
into the cold, dark soil
and raising your hands
up to God, to show Him,
and to ask Him to bring light
to the darkness.
to the darkness.



1 comment:
A beautiful tribute to a truly remarkable friend. Wonderful.
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