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.