As bitter as wormwood


Lockdown Prayers 9


I’m soured Lord.
Bitter in spirit and hard of heart.
Too much Lord.
Too much has happened
and driven me to retreat
into the wormwood of my life.

Come, sweeten me with your touch.
Awaken me to the light of your love,
Open me to the lightness of being –
the fountain of living waters
that stream from your Self.

Turn me from the world to
your rainbow flood of Grace.
Be the prism lens of my eye.
Let me dance in the subtle play
of pastel-painted angel wings
that, with joy and peace and Love,
invite me upon Jacob’s ladder.

Take my bitterness, Lord,
and pour it out, into the depths.
Bring me to the honey of your touch.