It’s
such a sad world
Don’t
we all get on with it though?
I,
for example, am upset
because I’ve lost a shoe
and
am tearing up
an
almost clean house to find it
so I
can run to the store for carrots.
I
have everything else I need
for a
chuck roast dinner,
went
to the store last night
and
bought half a dozen
unnecessary things, but forgot my carrots.
Can
you believe it?
I’ve
got a sister
saving up money she doesn’t have
for a
divorce she doesn’t want,
another sister praying
‘cause she’s been there. My dad’s feet
are
turning black from diabetes,
and
about half the people I know
are
recovering from an addiction.
The
other half are in denial.
I’ve
been trying to read
three
chapters from the gospels every day.
I’m
twenty-seven chapters behind.
But I believe
that
all my poems are prayers,
that
it’s OK to ask God for anything, anytime;
that
it’s OK to sit down
in
the middle of your floor and cry
because you’ve lost a shoe,
that
it’s OK to ask Him
for a
glimpse
of
what it will feel like
stepping into that place
He’s
promised to prepare.
~~Ginger Andrews (1956-
)
Andrews, Ginger. An Honest Answer. Ashland, OR:
Story Line Press, 1999. 49-50.
2 comments:
Please pray for my friend who is embattled on many fronts
Gaye, we will hold your friend in prayer.
Jan, thank you for this prayer.
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