mints and tissues—the kind my grandmother used to store
Wider pockets for a letter, a wallet, a grocery list
Carrying, containing, safe-keeping
How many times I have looked
Wanting to find God inside my pocket
To fit my plans, my thoughts, my ways, my desires.
Creator of the Magnolia tree, the worker bee,
God of miracles, the Red Sea parting,
God of the stars and moon and depth of valley
Why do I insist that my pocket could contain your magnitude,
harbor your excellence and reduce your glory to fit me?
Weary, I come to you to beg
Living Word, Sovereign, Faithful, Almighty God
Gift me larger than pocket faith
Save me from myself.
~Alice J. Wisler (First published in Foreshadow on 6-16-24)
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