Monthly Archives: April 2014

to write is to live is to pray

I am joining with Lisa Jo Baker for Five Minute Friday. The goal is to write for five minutes about a word. No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation. Unscripted. Unedited. Real.

Today’s prompt is:

Writer

What is a writer anyway?
Creator, word mixer-master,
Putting together concepts most only see
in their most imaginative of moments

To write is to live is to pray is to make a mark
on this earth saying, “Yes, I was here.”

To write is to live is to pray is to take in the divine breath
and then slowly, word by exacting word, breathe out again

To write is to live is to pray is to give what’s been given back
to the One who gave it first

To write is to give expression to the holy within

To write is to give voice to the desire for G-d within

To write is to choose to let yourself be seen and known
Just a little bit more
One word at a time

Write, create, fashion, form, breathe
Take it in,
Give it all back again

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Five Minute Friday


desperate reach

Reaching, pressing, pulling, desperately hoping
something will give in the wrestle I find myself in
with the One who holds my soul.

I try, G-d, You know I do.
I try to find You here,
and I try to find You there
yet it seems as if You’ve found a place just beyond my reach, maybe hidden in plain sight.

I’m afraid to even ask or presume a question that hints of accusation against You. Yet, in certain moments, when the pain seems too much again, my soul seems to bubble up with allegations against the only One whom I can trust. The terrifying place of looking at this broken heart and letting it feel. The fearful thought that if this heart really gets to feel will I make it back to gather myself into the person whose fragments have fallen down all around my feet.

Deliverer, deliver me. Saviour, save me. If You hear me, please help. If you hear me, please let me know. If You hear me, please answer. G-d, I believe, help the unbelief that scars my soul.

I can’t trust You without You helping me. I can’t find You unless You let me see. I can’t hear You unless You unstop these ears.

I cry out again, Abba, Abba, Abba, please come.
I love You, You know I do.
I need You.
I can’t make it in this desert alone.
I need a drink from You, for You are living water.
Fill this soul with living water.
Lead me to the water that I may know how to drink.
Oh G-d I need You, I desperately do.