Deep in the folds
of my love´s embrace,
I bide my time,
waiting for the hurt to heal.
One by one I pick up the pieces
of my shattered soul and then,
like a frightened child,
I hold them up to the mother of my love,
to kiss them and make me whole again!
- A Morning Prayer (wurdsandpics.wordpress.com)
- Light & Prayer (simonmarsh.org)
- A Much Needed Prayer (ponderingpastor.blogspot.com)