Shabbat Shalom: Fragments of Prayer©

The more I think on why I pray, the more I come to realize that my prayers are really but fragments of my heart.

Like when I’m compelled to stop in acknowledgement that the normalcy and routine of my life has been interrupted by the supernatural.

Like when my eyes open in the morning and I realize that I’m alive, the fragment of gratitude from my heart escapes upon my lips: “thank you Father for waking me up”.


WITH ALL THERE IS TO SAY TO GOD—


—the thanksgiving, the praising, the adoration, the questioning …

—the joy, the sorrow, the loss, the longing, the hurting …

—the wonderings and what-ifs, the near-misses and could-have-been …


My prayers are unending conversations taking place with:

—eyes-wide-open, eyes-tightly-closed …

—standing-up or kneeling-down …

—hands clasped or held high …


My prayers are often filled with emotions seen in:

—tears of joy or tears of sadness …

—unending smiles and abandoned laughter …

—sometimes loud and sometimes soft …

—sometimes no words at all just groans


Shabbat Shalom. May you find the peace, the joy, the release, the assurance that comes with praying.

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9 thoughts on “Shabbat Shalom: Fragments of Prayer©

  1. Viv H's avatar Viv H

    Prayer is the to everything, and so without prayer we have nothing. Thanks for reminding us that we need to keep that connection line open at all times. Thank you for always sharing your most beautiful poems and proses. 💕it

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