An excerpt from a journal I've been thinking about.
I knew both the writer and Roger, both of who have since passed away.
May Christ grant you a clear thought, a sincere prayer. You need not display it here.
Good night.
AMC
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Were You there with me in that condemned and crumbling house? And, my Lord, were You there with those without a home?
On Saturday mornings the religious folks huddle together in their ragged clothes and read devotionals to one another and say, "Oh Thank You God", and I wonder if You hear them.
I wonder, because we're all quite quiet here, much like the rodents in the streets. And because our prayers to You are almost always whispers; our cries seem to carry only to ourselves. And I wonder:
Did You follow Old Man Roger down the street that day? When his hip gave out crossing the street?
Did You climb down from the clouds and hold the hands of that teenage driver and steer her speeding car harshly to the left?
Did Your strength fill the limbs of that EMT as she lifted Roger into an ambulance van?
O God, Did You stay there with him, and brush Your fingertips over his eyes as they closed a final time?
I wonder, because I thought I saw You, and the shades of Your face were many.
But I loved them all.
I knew both the writer and Roger, both of who have since passed away.
May Christ grant you a clear thought, a sincere prayer. You need not display it here.
Good night.
AMC
_______________
Were You there with me in that condemned and crumbling house? And, my Lord, were You there with those without a home?
On Saturday mornings the religious folks huddle together in their ragged clothes and read devotionals to one another and say, "Oh Thank You God", and I wonder if You hear them.
I wonder, because we're all quite quiet here, much like the rodents in the streets. And because our prayers to You are almost always whispers; our cries seem to carry only to ourselves. And I wonder:
Did You follow Old Man Roger down the street that day? When his hip gave out crossing the street?
Did You climb down from the clouds and hold the hands of that teenage driver and steer her speeding car harshly to the left?
Did Your strength fill the limbs of that EMT as she lifted Roger into an ambulance van?
O God, Did You stay there with him, and brush Your fingertips over his eyes as they closed a final time?
I wonder, because I thought I saw You, and the shades of Your face were many.
But I loved them all.