i come to you, heart on fire, and beg you to heal me.
My anger is nothing more than pain and fear, and nothing less than love betrayed.
Do i hold this anger in my heart? It feels, rather, that the anger is holding me.
Please help me to release its grip, and to place patience in its stead -- the patience of a smooth rock in a frozen stream. Then i will know that, as it has for millions of years, the stream will release me and flow over me again.
You who made us in love sent us forth in anger. We are the inheritors of your ire. Teach me to forgive as you have forgiven. Teach me to be present as you ever have been. And give me the patience of that lonely rock that knows the solitude of this season, and that knows its prison will surely melt away.