. . . but the soul that is greatly vexed, which goeth stooping and feeble, and the eyes that fail, and the hungry soul, will give thee praise and righteousness, O Lord. . . . O Lord our God, thou hast dealt with us after all thy goodness, and according to all that great mercy of thine . . .
---Baruch 2:18, 27 (Brenton's LXX translation)
I, too, pray poorly and little;
my prayer as impoverished as the spittle
expelled to a slight breeze; or as effervescent
as first poured Club Soda's momentary fizz.
But Christ accepts it and assures me---I am His;
despite the overgrowth of this world's weeds
(around my footsteps tangled, tightening, and efflorescent).
I thank Christ for my burden of beggarly needs;
for, therein, I have met and am coming to know Him
ever more deeply in my remaining lifespan---no mere whim.
Januarian