Ushered Into the Most Holy Place
Hear my cry for mercy as I call to you for help,
as I lift my hands toward your Most Holy Place.
—Psalm 28:2 NIV
USHERED INTO THE MOST HOLY PLACE
Morning! Yawn! Stretch!
Arms rise, palms like cups
filled with holy oil.
Praise, thanks to almighty God,
no matter the circumstance.
Who has neither light, food, loved
ones? Who has neither arms, feet,
breath, heartbeat? Any number
of things to be thankful for —
the birdsong, the dawn, sunshine,
the voice of mom saying, “I love you,”
over and over again, just to make sure
that you know it now,
know it forever.
Morning prayers
uttered, ushered into the Most Holy Place.
My head’s on His lap, my tears
on His hem. His hand
on my head. Reassurance
that he is working in hospital parameters
doing all that needs to be done
as His people pray.
Lest we forget in our troubles
to remember
to pray for others, too,
our knees in touch and go
of holy ground
for you and you and you
and “I love you,
too!
4/11/2021
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