Hour of adoration
Empty-handed, slightly late, disheveled,
I kneel with nothing —
No beads to give a path to restless fingers,
no pages I can turn to give a feel of progress.
No — because I am tardy and disheveled —
self-image even that I care to fondle.
My mind is not empty, but crammed full,
like a dresser drawer full of old programs
and garments needing patches.
But as I kneel,
the drawer comes unstuck and moves out.
I let you finger through the useless clutter.
If there is anything there you want, Love,
you may have it.
Finding the right words difficult? Search our resources to find the perfect prayer, or be inspired by a quote that you can share with others.
Are you in need of prayer?
You're not alone.
We'd like to pray for you.