Sunday Prayer: I Cannot Fly

I cannot fly,
O God of the soaring eagle;
I cannot even leap with a dancer’s grace.
But today I can wake and I can rise, and perhaps
the strong wind will remind me not to be so rooted in fear.

I cannot measure up,
O God of the starry heavens;
l cannot even pretend to humble-brag.
But today I can admire the trees, the sky, the river,
and perhaps the stars will teach me to love myself too.

I cannot heal,
O God of the brokenhearted;
I cannot even imagine my wounds closing.
But today I can sigh and I can sing, so perhaps
love will not be powerless in the face of brokenness.

I cannot hide,
O God beyond measure;
I cannot even escape the sun.
But today I can meet my own gaze, so perhaps
tomorrow I will not mind so much if I am finally found.

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The Rev. Rachel G. Hackenberg‘s book with Martha Spong, Denial Is My Spiritual Practice (and Other Failures of Faith), searches for faith through life’s trials. Rachel has also written Writing to God, a popular Lenten devotional, and other books.

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