Welcome to the half of you who weren’t scared away by the word “prayer.”
Not the usual Storyfix fare, I’ll grant you. But I bet you’ve uttered a quiet prayer or two – even if that’s not the label you put on it – where your writing dream is concerned. I know I have.
Like, every morning.
And then, one day you realized that the better prayer is to circle the issue and ask for higher understanding and a little grace.
Maybe then the writing thing will happen.
Ever cleaned out a drawer and found something you wrote, say, ten years ago? Something you forgot you’d even written?
Ever wanted to see one of your poems published? Even though, deep in your gut, you know you suck?
One way to skin that cat: publish it yourself.
And call it a prayer instead of a poem. Because a heartfelt prayer never sucks.
Lord grant me the hope to unwrap this day as the precious gift that it is.
To embrace it with the wide-eyed wonder of a child.
As if it were my last.
Lord give me the wisdom to give this day to others.
To add a moment of warmth or some twist of loving fate.
And not need to be right, or the object of gratitude.
Or even be there when they smile.
Lord deliver strength to accept what is.
If today should be my time to bear the load,
Help me find a way to see burden as grace.
To make a lesson and therefore a blessing out of pain.
Lord grant me the will to walk with purpose.
And sway with neither storms nor winds of change.
To choose a path with mind wide open,
To make the most of every page.
Lord give me the peace that comes with knowing
That despite my frail anonymity you are here.
That if my heart can surrender and remain open,
Then today will hold no limits,
And no fear.
L. Brooks 1999
Written under a flashlight on a dark and stormy night in a pup tent somewhere in the Northern California wilderness.
Then the really scary part started.
I came home and decided to write fiction for a living.
Prayer answered? Still wondering.
Now here I am, writing about fiction.
The Lord moves in mysterious ways, they say.
At least now I’ve published a poem. Such as it is.