a poem in my pocket

Prayer is raising our emptiness to be filled by His presence.

“O Divine Master, grant
that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved as to love. “ – St.Francis

Lord, i’m just one person
of little position or power,
disillusioned with politics,
wondering how to pray
for this nation and world;

where truth is trampled
justice twisted unjustly;
the violated commit violence,
the bullied become bullies
and sadness spills like rain.

as you offered Yourself
may i give myself fully
to love on your children,
feed the hungry souls,
visit the sick, sad, lonely,

beginning in my own home.