by Sue Stone
Lord,
I do not know why
you have put me where you have,
or why you let me experience
the pain
sorrow
frustration
anger
each day,
knowing that I will come here
and give it all back to you,
questioning,
but not like Job,
hurting,
but not like the widow of Nain,
sick,
but not like the woman with a hemmorhage,
guilty,
but perhaps not like the woman who
washed your feet with her tears.
Here, though,
in this place,
I learn about mercy,
the vague emptiness
the greyness
that life is
without your touch,
the joy
that comes
from your touch unexpected,
the perseverance
that makes each day worth facing.
Day by day, Lord,
hold my hand,
and bring me to this place
at the foot of the cross,
at the mercy seat,
at the fount of living water,
where heaven and earth meet,
where hope is given to mankind
and tomorrow
is given its light.
Amen.
