Sunday Prayer

I don’t know exactly when it happened but somewhere along the way I started to gain perspective.

Over the years, as I have pieced myself together, I realize now that there have been these big little victorious moments when I’ve been able to see far beyond the known horizon, regardless of my debilitating doubt and worry, and I’ve been able to continue to move forward and be part of it.

If I told you the number of times when I did not want to be part of it you wouldn’t believe me.

I don’t know how but I began to get the hang of it and I made miniature silent promises to myself to continue to move in the general direction of the things that made me want to retreat and I found, much to my shameful dismay and surprise, that this strategy seemed to work in my favor and keep me whole and in one piece.

I can’t get hold of the perspective that keeps me composed for too long but it is a limitless, nothing to cling to perspective and it puts the focus on my own behavior and mind which, in turn, ricochets out into the giant sky only to return and remind me that I am not the center of it all and it reframes things in a way that allows me to fall forward and wish and pray and hope that the whole of it is larger than anything my small, cramped grasping heart can attempt to contain.

Go On Get Over Yer Bad Self,
Delores Delicate
Assistant Manager
Compulsive Introspective Division

2 Comments on "Sunday Prayer"

  1. PJ says:

    Thank you.