Holy One, I am racked by pain,
my flesh is set afire, and
my lungs rattle with every breath.
My nights are filled with terror,
my bed soaked with tears,
I turn to You, O LORD, for help in
my trial.
I surrender into your healing arms,
my wretched body, my weary spirit,
seeking rest and comfort.
I lay my head upon your breast,
your breath brushes my cheeks, and
cools my fevered brow.
I am held in the arms of the creator,
surrounded by Holy Mystery,
comforted by the stroke of a Doves wing.
You, O Comforter of the weak,
are my salvation in my travail,
you pour strength into my bones,
you fill my spirit with health.
My heart leaps for joy,
You fill me with new courage
to carry on in your light. Light of my life,
Heart of my heart,
I kneel before you with joy and gratitude,
for your blessings carry me forward.
O Giver of Life, thanks and praise
for your healing touch,
AMEN
Ruth Jewell, ©January 24, 2013
A Quiet Walk 