ImageHoly One

Today is one of those days:

those days

where I don’t know how to pray

or what to pray

or if I even believe in 


My head is full of noise.

it jumps from station to station

like my radio dial on scan.

And every frequency

I find fills with static

of Gaza

Fiscal Cliffs

Family Calamity

My heart and head

stretch to hold

all I take in.

Through the static

I decipher

Be Still

Be Still

Be Still.

With each breath

I seek to peel my fingers

back from the worries

that aren’t mine to hold

and to trust that they 

will fall into Your hands.





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