psalm 4-something
too tired for capital letters
proper phrasing and
reliable numerals
I extend my hope
my hand is open
will I have it when I draw it back
will it be empty with some taken off
will it be an open plain upon which is
something of a gift
something to keep me going
source of sustenance
symbol of believing
even the lines on my palm
might tell me as they intersect
that patterns are really chaos
without some understanding
nothing gnostic or occult
no wise artificial secrets
only openness, like a hand,
when the act is fragile
ready to receive whatever
you place on me to do
clcouch123 
July 25, 2016 at 10:09 am
surrender, faith, told lovingly brother. Yes, I am singing this psalm with you. ❤
July 25, 2016 at 9:57 pm
Yay, sister!
July 26, 2016 at 12:14 am
❤
July 27, 2016 at 9:08 pm
Sounds like you had a tough day when you wrote this. In my own way, I can relate. I pray you have many more good days then bad ones.
July 28, 2016 at 11:11 pm
You’re right. I wrote this early in the morning after waking up feeling really sick and wondering how pointless is everything. The day picked up, I think. But I do go through these times. Thanks, Mandi, for your encouragement. Thanks for your prayer!