Today, we celebrate the National Day of Prayer. I pray in poetry–the only way, I know how. May our words be clothed in grace and practiced in love.
Your words inked out on gossamer thin paper.
The vast whiteness of page, filled with You, the Word.
Yet, the more I touch these words–paper and ink–
The less I feel You, the Word, the Word of Glory.
Perhaps, You couldn’t live in the abstract words either,
And You broke free from the prison page.
Clothed in human hands and feet–to mingle and live
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