Friday, June 19, 2015


Last night I thought I wouldn't post at all today. But sometimes prayers are poems…

Maya Angelou

Father, Mother, God,
Thank you for your presence
during the hard and mean days.
For then we have you to lean upon.
Thank you for your presence
during the bright and sunny days,
for then we can share that which we have
with those who have less.
And thank you for your presence
during the Holy Days, for then we are able
to celebrate you and our families
and our friends.
For those who have no voice,
we ask you to speak.
For those who feel unworthy,
we ask you to pour your love out
in waterfalls of tenderness.
For those who live in pain,
we ask you to bathe them
in the river of your healing.
For those who are lonely, we ask
you to keep them company.
For those who are depressed,
we ask you to shower upon them
the light of hope.
Dear Creator, You, the borderless
sea of substance, we ask you to give to all the

world that which we need most—


Mary Lee is hosting Poetry Friday at Year of Reading
And next week Poetry Friday will be here. 


Amy LV said...

"waterfalls of tenderness"

Thank you, Carol, for this beautiful poem.


Tabatha said...

Thank you, Carol! It's just right.

Bridget Magee said...

Maya Angelou's words are exactly what I needed to read today. Thank you, Carol!

Mary Lee said...

Amen, and amen.

Keri said...

A prayer is a poem is a balm to heal the wounded soul. Thank you, Carol!

Diane Mayr said...

Like Keri said, this poem is a balm to heal. I appreciated reading it today.

April Halprin Wayland said...

Ahhhh. Thank you, Carol, for reminding me how much healing we can do by simply arranging and re-arranging these 26 little letters.