My Prayer before the Cross

Uncovered and cold,

worn thin, about to corrode,

I stumble through life’s gray days.

Kneeling in desperation,

frantic for a breath of consolation,

I expose my heart to divinity and beg:

Penetrate me with silky peace;

wrap me in love’s comforting fleece.

Mold my broken pieces into fresh clay.

Grace lands lightly,

singing sweetness that delights me.

I arise one with creation,

barefoot in dawning transformation.

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