Prayer Between Wounds

 

Prayer Between Wounds

suddenly, bad news falls like rain
dear Lord, I cannot fix their pain
all I can do is whisper a prayer
that they will be fine, that You’ll be there.

and if You allow, hear me too—
I don’t want this weight to break me through
I long to study, to finish strong,
not let their shadows drag me wrong.

sometimes my mind goes wild, insane—
that all this sorrow is staged, not pain,
that she just craves the eyes, the call,
attention’s hunger above it all.

disgust creeps in, yet Your book reminds:
in her years, a child re-climbs,
needing affection, making noise,
filling the air with restless voice.

but still the ache, sharp and real,
the wounds she gave refuse to heal.
Lord, it hurts—too much to show,
how do I learn to let it go?

not today, I do not know when,
but You hold the secret, You know the end.
so I place her, trembling, in Your hand—
You take care, for only You can.