Vibrant green foliage
Gloomy grey sky
A beautiful contrast
Causing my soul to sigh

So often we subscribe to the belief that prayer must be perfect and eloquent, 
that we must include specific words and phrases to be heard, then question our worthiness…

One by one we pick them up,
Vessels containing the impact of our experiences.
Bags holding scraps accumulated from the wreckage of things done to us,
Books of painful words spoken…

Coming home to an empty house
Is sometimes a relief, a refuge of silence…

…It is a sort of paradox, that empty house
Silence as a comfort, but laced with desolation…

Over three years, my house transformed into my home
It isn’t the tidiest, but it is my safe place….