Sunday Reflections- Whose Will?

Seven sins tainted

Make that a million.

I’d far say more

So what good is my will?

It's a soiled sheet

My mind partners with

Darkness time and time

I admit defeat

But praises I sing

                                                       “Make me pure”

                                                        Can this not be?

                                                          Offspring that I am

                                                          Of original sin,

                                                          Iniquities den?
                                                     Sin no more?

                                                       “Go- and sin no more”

                                                      I’m desperately trying

                                                        Relying helplessly

                                                        By Your blood

                                                              For this is my only chime

                                                             Your will be done not mine

by Loraine Alkire

Sunday Reflections- Nomad Prayer

Photo by Kazimierz Nowak or an unknown author circa about 1931-36

Alone but never alone, we pray, head up towards the sky or head down kissing the sand of a vast desert. We are never alone as long as we have hope, faith, and love (and perhaps a camel). We all have a gift, a camel, a desert to cross. This is temporary. We don't see clearly why we struggle, why we cross the desert at all; why we choose at times to go into the desert alone; or why at times we seem to have been put there. There is a time and place for everything under the sun.

May you find in your desert the unmistakeble reality of God's existence within your heart and soul and always be thankful for your camel.