Offering prayer to others
as I have just learned it myself
like a long game of catch-up.
The sun is hot and dries the day out
snow melt cricks hardly ease.
It daunts me, faith
in my own capacity, faith
to relay on You.
Come to face all I’ve longed
an entire life for, face
the parts less than desirable,
parts I shirk off in haste;
am I the peach tree,
am I the plum tree?
writing with lots of ‘I’s…
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