A Divine Mercy Prayer for the Day During Hard Times
Here is prayer I wrote as a poem during a time of grieving–a kind of divine mercy prayer for the day. I suppose it is fitting to post this on September 11th.
You rule over the whole universe!
Open my eyes to gaze into your Kingdom:
The realm of your personal space;
Your intimate, perplexing, and expansive space.
Help me to find
The doorways to your Kingdom hidden
Inside the big and small moments of today.
I crave a grand entrance,
But I know that is not for now.
I yearn for a rescue
A freedom untainted,
An escape that is simple, true,
Final and without entropy.
So reach through
The portal of my suffering
To grasp me, to pull me inside
With your steady hand;
With your nail-scarred palm;
Your strong, healing fingers.
Pull me hard
Through this cold, steel hatch of sorrow
Into the holy space of your shame and pain.
Lock the hatch cleanly
Lest I lunge back
Into grim, faithless comfort.
Pull me inside with such force
That my resentments and complaints
Will be shattered,
Even as the shards coalesce
Into yet another…mosaic
Of your mysterious love.
Your grip dislocates me,
Makes me penetrate
The black hole of my anguish
And tumble out the other side
To a brighter space that hurts my eyes,
Even as it makes all things new.
So drench me in your resurrection joy
As I pass through the hopeless tunnel.
Let me sing with the breath of your Spirit,
Even as I cry out to you for help.
Let me feel the comfort of nearness,
The sweet warmth of your presence.
Infuse me, stun me
With that same voltage
That opened your fragile eyelids
After days of decomposing,
Of rotting in a grave.
Show me a glimpse of what colors
Your eternal eyes now see!
Let me smell, no, taste the spring air
That will surely transform
My dead body, my organs, my brain
An immortal wholeness just like yours.
Yes, this very day!–
Release your love inside me
To forgive those who have wronged me,
To repair each relationship
Within my reach;
To keep loving, trusting, praying
For those who are
Tempted to give up,
Despairing in their blindness
To the portals
Only inches away.
Copyright © 2013 by Gregory E. Hamlin