A Prayer from the Depths

 Poem:

A Prayer from the Depths

They are so much richer than I am
Their parents own vast coffee plantations—
only the wealthy have lands that stretch to the horizon,
lives painted in colors I’ve never known.

While I…
am the child of retired civil servants,
living off a pension that barely breathes,
with no help to offer,
not even before I left,
when I sold my motorcycle,
sold my car,
mortgaged the house—
just to make this journey possible.

But why, God?
Why did You choose this path for me?
Forgive me for questioning,
Forgive my trembling faith.
It all feels so wrong.
But deep down… I know You never are.

So give me light, God—
some glimpse of wisdom in this night,
give me ease, Lord—
for this burden is too heavy to bear alone.

I cry out not in anger,
but from a heart worn thin,
a soul gasping for hope
in silence You alone can break.

They live with comfort,
with gold beneath their feet,
while I stumble through dust
with nothing but belief.

Yet maybe—just maybe—
this pain is the root of something greater,
that through sacrifice and unseen labor,
I’ll rise with a strength they’ll never own.

So hold me, God.
Don’t let me fall apart.
Let this sorrow shape me,
not destroy me.

Amen.