Ways

Prayers with open hands
reached to sky
welcoming showering stars
of blessed words and healing
fire purifying gold to
show my reflection,
Your reflection
from an image-bearer
I cannot breathe without you
but my soul aches for things
And worries about cracks in the glass
and when the whole thing will shatter
You are support
while I am failing
fantastically in everything.
And while nothing ever quite
goes my way I always
smack my forehead in
aggravation and remember
it’s not my way but yours.

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