prayer

What a Story #OctPoWriMo 

When I sat down this afternoon to see what (hopefully less difficult) prompt OctPoWriMo had in store for me today I was a little apprehensive; if you read yesterday’s post you know I had some difficulty with it. Today I was pleasantly surprised to find a thought that gave me no difficulty in finding inspiration for! You see, I would be writing what is basically my story in poetry form. 

The idea was to capture a moment that you were proud of or shocked that worked out. I can tell you without hesitation I have nothing to be proud of on my end; I am only bearing witness to what happened to me over the course of a couple of years in my life. If you’re interested, you can read more on my About and Maybe I Should Have Started Here pages. 

Numb
I’m stunned
Did I hear that right?
I would never walk again 
Dazed

God
Please help me
I can’t live this way
Have mercy, prove them all wrong
Please

Time
Passes
Waiting, beseeching
Faith that this isn’t His will
Pray

Slow
Progress starts
Unsteady movements
God is listening to us
Plead

He
Has answered
Supplications made
I can walk; thanks be to God
Praise

I can and will not try to take credit for the healing touch I received from God. I am merely thankful that I received it. 

(This is a “Crowned Oddquain”, a form I just learned {thank you, Sister J and Paloma}of and wanted to try out. You can read more about the form HERE.)

Smoke and Flame #OctPoWriMo

Looking at the prompt for today’s OctPoWriMo (elements) I could think only of smoke and fire and how they go hand-in-hand; I’ve taught my grandson since he was a wee-lad that “wherever there’s smoke there always fire” as we drive around seeing the smoke from brush fires and people burning their yard waste. It’s actually quite cute to hear him say, “Look Papaw, smoke! And where’s there’s smoke there’s fire.”

But today’s prompt includes the idea that there is a duality in the many elements, which I agree. And I could think of no better idea, for me, to show this than in the description of our prayers. 

Incense burns
Petitions are made
A sweet scent
To The One
Who savors
With love each and every one

Flame consumes
The gift offered up
Smoke rises
Heavenward
As the folks solemnly pray

I waffled on which stanza to lead with and think I prefer the Shadorma in this order; you may read it in reverse and prefer that, which is fine, too. 

Psalm 141:2 Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.

Revelation 8:3-4  “And another angel came and stood at the altar, having a golden censer; and there was given unto him much incense, that he should offer it with the prayers of all saints upon the golden altar which was before the throne. And the smoke of the incense, which came with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God out of the angel’s hand.”