After months of fighting
That this is the way things are
and didn’t have to be
to accept limitations
and whatever today offers
To give and receive small gifts
No matter the outcome
To look the other way
While lifting my voice in prayer
With what I can do this day
Unlike any other
Several times in the last few weeks I’ve heard friends and strangers talking about prayer. In particular, how we pray right now, given the current situation in the White House, in governing and non-governing bodies, and in our neighborhoods.
It’s time for lament. The kind that looks into the reality around us without trying to go back to the way things were. Lament that acknowledges our personal grief, anger, rage, and our betrayal by POTUS and others more concerned with glory than with grace. Lament that implores our Creator to have mercy on us, no matter the cost.
I’m in lament mode. I’m also beginning to understand how to get up in the morning and let the day be what it is. An opportunity to be invested in something larger than myself, without getting sidetracked by the mucky morass that wants to capture and kill my energy.
Praying you’re finding your way in this day unlike any other.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 19 June 2020
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