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confessionsI don’t pray much

my words too blunt to pierce a divine ear

my thoughts too heavy to fly

in the face of gravity

I don’t pray much

unless you count the reaching

and resigning of my breast

seventeen thousand times a day

the testing

and trusting under my feet

in every forward, backward


the way my eyelids close

to the mess I cannot clear

I make chaos disappear

and in the morning dare to rise


Reprinted with permission from Rejoice! (Vol. 48, No. 4), published by Kindred Productions and MennoMedia.
“Confession” is from Angeline’s first collection, forthcoming from Brick Books, fall 2016.

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adyck1 August 3, 2015 - 10:53

Thanks for this honesty about praying.


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