If Truth Be Told, L Don'T Know What To Say Poem by Kimberly (Strothman) Anderson

Truth be told I don't know what to say.
My heart is so wounded, I just don't know how to pray

My love is still in me, but, my doubt still prevails. My friends all say I'm loopy. Which takes the wind out of my sails. Oh, how I need you today as I pray. The blessings they shower through each passing day. I love you today and tommorrow still. You know me to not look for the thrill.

But still, I must say. I don't know how you do it when you don't know how to pray. I pray the wind blows me only so far. Before I find the wind that can take me to the car. Which is my symbol of peace and tranquility.

Oh Lord, I don't know what to say. My life keeps passing. With beauty and grace. I think can still tie up my shoe lace. Oh Lord, what do you do when....

you've traveled so far. only to find, life is the token gesture of a reality that is much deeper