Prayer
I tried to solve the problem
by talking to God
Being organized about quests
First I parsed the Psalms
Then I tried silence
And ended up with cold fog inside
Pressing me down or maybe
Holding me up
So that I look up and see the hawk
Gliding on the morning
Blue sky richer than gold
In circles of such joy
Rachel Ann Russell is a working on a Masters at Wesley Theological Seminary, and besides poetry is also a biblical storyteller. She has been published most recently in Calla Press and Christian Courier. She loves reading, chocolate, and her family but not in that order.
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