Wishes and Prayers

When I pray, 
I always add the addendum,
“…if it is in accordance with Your plan,”
for more than what I plea for,
superseded, I wish for us to remain
always in His hands.

I trust whatever may happen,
although I may not understand,
will come with a needed lesson,
a necessary occurrence in the process
of the destiny in becoming once again 

who I am. 

I was reminded of this
when a partial wishie lent
further wisdom for reflection.

Sometimes the biggest wishes
should not be spent, eyes closed, 
all at once, in one breath and direction

but patiently 
spaced out in seeds,
part self-initiated action,
part angel-breath breezes. 

Sometimes what we desire most
needs time to germinate to non-perfection
and be released in parts for better chances
of fruitful multiplication. 

I am always careful 
in what I wish and pray for:
I don’t want to get in the way
of what He has in store. 

I try not to be too cautious 
in taking action with soulful instinct,
for the surest way to get lost
is to pass up what He hands me. 

I do close my eyes 
to bring up a whisper
from my soul
that launches another
seed of hope… 

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

The Weight

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I was

a thin and bare

branch

at the snapping point

from the weight

of the heavily-packed snow

bearing down upon me.

Silence, save for the

chorus of eerie creaking,

seemed to echo

in the overcast cold.

 

But inside this branch

was hope.

 

The pressure

lessened slowly

as the sun

sent its rays

and the weight

fell off,

simply melted away.

 

Sometimes,

all we can do,

should do,

are meant to do,

is wait.

 

And sometimes be willing

to accept being selflessly

saved.