Another...

Strong-armed by Time,
that petty thug pushing
another victim down an alley,
I'm manipulated forward

Half a heart beating
serves as inadequate propulsion
for anything more than
one step forward, sometimes;
a halted gasping for air, at others.

But the seconds continue their march.
Always the tick of Time
relentless
merciless
indiscriminate in Its prodding forth
the stragglers and the eager
the surviving aside the thriving

Always, Today begins again.
Having chosen to enter
I brave
the almighty metronome.
Perhaps two steps could be managed.

The Way I Pray

I'm going to change the way I pray. And this is not about knees or hands or volume. The content of my prayers has been immature....rather, the content of my prayers has been redundant.

"Please protect us."

I always have.

"Please provide."

I always do.

"Please show us the way."

When have I ever mislead you?

He stops me in mid sentence with His replies. He has halted my prayers. In short, He's calling me out. Have you ever felt this way? Frustrated, knowing you need to grow to the next step or you'll flounder....useless and ineffective. Believing you are searching for something only to be confronted with the reality that your search is a hoax. A good hoax, fooling yourself along with everyone else. The thought of a passionate search allays your fears as well as encourages others of your faith. But you've already been given the answers to all of your questions. You are at the end of this search and you know it.

My truth is my family's truth. Suffering is coming. We know it and He knows it and He's going to allow it. We must be strong enough to handle it or it wouldn't be headed our way. My prayers were my fallback and assurance...and He won't allow them anymore. I'm no longer suppossed to ask but am expected to act. My prayers are no longer pleadings for faith but have become actions of holding His hand and walking forward.

I've changed the way I pray.