O God, given a bead on a bracelet and invited to find the word you have for me, I hear the word “salve.” When I look it up, a salve is “anything that soothes, mollifies, or relieves.” A salve is “a medicinal ointment for healing or relieving wounds and sores.”

Born of recent doctor’s encounters, where I have been counseled not to use hydrogen peroxide, or isopropyl alcohol, or even triple antibiotic cream, the gift of the word “salve” stands in for the petroleum jelly I’m to use instead. Use it on those places where I have bites that don’t heal. On the scabs that I can’t leave alone. On the rough places that need to be made smooth. On all nature of hurts and ills.

Sometimes, O God, I look for something bigger. Stronger. Harsher. Fancier. More complicated. More expensive. Rarer.

Let me accept your offer of a gentle salve. Of a water bath for my sore toe–just warm water with a bit of baby shampoo. Of a gentle rain. A nodding flower. A light breeze. Soft sunshine. A sideways hug. A dog’s head on my knee. A squeeze of the hand. A smile “hello.” A deep breath. A quiet sunset. A cup of tea. A moment of quiet. Your non-anxious presence.

O God, salve all hurts and ills.

For me.

And for this world of yours.


One thought on “SUNDAY PRAYER: A salve for what ails me

We hope you'll join the conversation!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.