Prayer Sparks

Despair sparks desperation
sends me to my knees
I want to cry
I don’t know why
Sobbing turns to prayer
deep in my soul

Mercy sparks forgiveness
sends me to my knees
I find healing
for this desperate feeling
Life that makes me whole

This is my writing for Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub. The word for today is spark.

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.


23 Responses

  1. For me this brought to mind Rembrandt’s painting of the Prodigal Son. I often visualize the close-up of the father’s hands on the son when I get too focused on my weaknesses. If you don’t know it, you may want to find it in Google Images. So wonderful.

    • I was not familiar with that painting, but Googled it as you suggested. What a wonderful painting and I can see how this poem would bring it to mind. Thanks for sharing that.

      • It was the theme of a parish mission last year. One hand is male, the other female to express God’s loving compassion. The hebrew word for compassion is from the same root word as womb. That just blows me away.

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