by Josette Davison

Wandering…

Through fields of tiny flowers

Mindful not to tread on them

I wonder…does God hear me?

Hear my prayer?

 

Why am I here?

Stumbling over stones

His answer comes

In a trinity of bright violets

Blooming midst the rocks

 

In the whisper of trees

In bird song — in scented air

He speaks to me

Answers my prayer

I hear — I care —

by Josette Davison

Lord, let me not be bitter

For bitterness crawls into itself

And awaits a shrunken death

But let this raw heart

Stand back from its wound

Accepting and knowing

That love is its healing

by Meta Marie Griffin

 

I will not ask for relief;

only for stamina to make it through the night.

I cannot ask for a convenient belief,

instead an enigmatic mosaic full of darkness and light.

 

I do not desire magic in a bottle.

but the need to pay attention

to the miracle of butterflies and flight,

and all the life around me that is so often unseen.

 

I do not desire a throng of friends,

help me to find love in my own skin

so that when we meet,

you will recognize my face.

 

I will not wish for a cure.

I only need the strength to take that next step

and when I reach the top I will wait for you there.

I will leave behind this little prayer.