Fill Me With The Sedatives Of Your Mercy Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt
Fill Me With The Sedatives Of Your Mercy
God, infinite healer, fill me with
the sedatives of Your mercy.
Prayers, always mumbling prayers.
Words and thoughts that are
not empty, yet are also not full.
Cringing heart that does not
want to be in this frame of mind.
Fatigued limbs that want so
badly to feel vital once again.
Body of Christ on the tongue.
Daily Mass that comforts
but perhaps, does not heal?
Walking feet that do not
have the energy to walk.
Careless skin that prickles
with the icicles of distress.
Father in Heaven, give
what is truly necessary to
carry on with optimism.
Praying hands clenched
with pinnacles of hesitancy.
Eyes closed, but not in peace.
No, not the peace required.
God, be present as the doubts
gather. Give strength where
there exists only weakness.
Faith is the icon required
when human deterioration
is so immediate in existence.
God, infinite healer, fill me with
the sedatives of Your mercy.
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4/24/2024 3:41:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
When we are caught in boat in the middle of a stormy sea, we fear of the impending end. We seem to focus on the storm and its wrath on us. It is in a moment like this we need to shift our focus on the One who calmed the sea. Even the wind and the sea listen to Him. The One who gave His life for us is greater than the one waiting at the door to finish us. Nothing can come between us and the love of God and the One who had suffered the stripes and wounds - even overcome death - to set us free. Focus on the Healer, not on our circumstances. I am touched by the last two stanza of your poem. I am moved by your writing, Chris. Let's keep praying for His mercy and love.