A prayer written while flying yesterday...
You are so gracious…though holy, you give and accept.
While you are regularly ignored, you stand with arms open, heart open
toward the ones who amble past without a nod of acknowledgement.
I, however, am always needy, damn needy.
Wanting credit when it is not even mine to allege.
Though my call and claim is that of a servant,
to give because I have been given to,
I still regularly and unabashedly enshrine myself toward the ending point of praise.
But you have that strange and inextinguishable super power to…
Live loving, even while slighted
To embrace, even when pushed away
To wholeness, in the midst of soul bedlam.
While I crave…you love
While I try to attempt to distance…you hold, like a Father.
While I stand in shards of brokenness…you…I stand with you.