Lord, do others speak to you in whole sentences.
My prayer is like me in my raw and bewildered state,
mind and feelings at war within me,
straining to understand, to comprehend myself,
and wondering what You desire,
still in a quandary to know what to pray;
indeed, how to prayer.
All I know is that You, O Lord, are.
Though I seem alone, You are with me,
Your Holy Name, my byword.
My prayer is Your Name,
Now echoing in the Father’s ear.
I do not call it back.
It shall resound through eternity,
and on its strains I hold fast.
I wait and I adore.
Let me rest here,
safe in Your embrace.
By Joann Nelander