Some days
It seems like
Too much to bear
Too much sickness
Too much dying
Too many stories of terror and sadness
How can I bear it.
These people I love
Are crazy with grief and fear.
This world I love
Has lost all sense and reason
I watch, I weep, I wait.
I wait for you to show up
With your healing,
Your comfort,
Your wisdom
Come quickly.
Please,
Come, soon.
Come
Find more of my prayers in my book Christ Beside Me, Christ Before Me: Celtic Blessings.
All the Wonders 
Reblogged this on Inspire to Conspire and commented:
This poem from my friend Beth is on-point this morning.
Thank you, Autumn. Blessings.