“Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul. It is daily admission of one’s weakness. It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart.”
― Mahatma Gandhi
(various stages of a blooming tulip / Julie Cook / 2015)
Standing
Staring
Watching
Waiting
Wondering
Hoping
Longing
I raise my head
You lower yours
I watch you closely
You turn my way
Instinctively I lift my arms
Tenderly you reach your arms outward
I long for your embrace
You take me in your arms
I wonder if you’ll let go
You hold me even tighter
My wounded heart longs to be made whole
Your heart knows no boundaries
I can feel myself finally letting go
You whisper you will never let go
His love endures forever.
and brought Israel out from among them
His love endures forever.
with a mighty hand and outstretched arm;
His love endures forever.
Psalm 136:11-12
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