In Whatever State

No matter how long I’ve been a writer (over 30 years), I get stuck. Somehow, after all this time, I have times when I can’t remember how to get started. Or even what point I wanted to make. But then, I’m rescued from feeling inadequate with a fresh piece of paper or a blank screen and the words “What I want to say is…”

In life, too, I often feel stuck. Although I’ve been at this game for a while (53 years and counting), I find it hard sometimes to remember what I did the last time to get myself unstuck. 

Then it comes to me, my method of escape.

I pray.

In ragged, ugly jags of tears and anger. In broken husky whispers. Standing. Kneeling. Body flung facedown, a grounded starfish.

I pray.



“And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? that is to say, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” — Matthew 27:16  (KJV).

“Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content. I know both how to be abased, and I know how to abound: every where and in all things I am instructed both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need.  — Phillipians 4:11 – 12 (KJV).


I wake
a pang    jubilation    pulsing
off, on, off, on, on
beacon in the universe
I call me

I rise
this day    a trial    a joy
Jesus on my tongue, a
wafer of breathy complement
to motion


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