Sunday, May 15, 2011

Crying into my beer: a prayer when feeling miserable

God, right now I think that my wounds hurt
more than everyone else's.

I hurt more than you
I need more help than has been given 
I deserve a better life
I've worked hard but reaped little 
I've lost more than I've found

In these dark self-pitying moments
help me to see through my trauma
to the promised healing,
past the darkness to the coming light,
and beyond this death to the coming Resurrection.



Anonymous said...

Beautiful poem and thank you for sharing it with us.

Rebecca said...

Hi Myriam, thanks for stopping by! We'll miss you guys at this next CCC meeting.... Hope you're having a good week!