Written April 2003. Revised ever-so-slightly since then.

When being tired is the only prayer

My eyes are open and want to be closed. My brain is tired. It's raining. My lower back is sore. I lie down and begin to snore, and wake myself up by doing so. Too tired to read, I pray for friends both far and near. It is dry inside. I pray for those outside. God is above, beside, within: the preserver of our words and the refiner of our silences. I do not speak to God, but wordlessly offer this day and this exact point in time, of damp that wishes to be dry, of cold that wishes to be warm. Do I wish myself more awake, or less spent? It is good to be tired, even exhausted. It is good to have survived the day's minor pains, to have been cheerful (or was I?) in vexation. And now a space of time to rest. It is fitting, meet, and just.

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Written on 2019-07-19 at 11:35

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Really, this gentle appreciation of aches and pains and rainy days, this appreciate for what you do have, and what others may not have, rings true in every thoughtful way. There are many ways of reaching a sense of peace, this is your way, but it is a good way, and universal in its quiet sincerity.

The internal rhymes are nice. The form makes me wonder why we bother with stanzas.

There is no downside to giving thanks. I like this poem. It is a poem.

I love the title and GOD is the only one who can help us
Along the way.. Again thank u for sharing😉

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Thereís a hint of St Patrickís Breatplate in this meditation. Also a bit of Ionian monkery afoot here. Thomas if I didnít know better, Iíd think you might be a lay order Jesuit or Franciscan. Thank you for writing and sharing this. Itís a gentle reminder for us all.