Praying for my country | pictured words

Lamenting. Praying for His intervention. Seeking Him through tears that feel like they could flood my floor. I contemplate how my Jesus, co-Creator and sovereign over all of it, describes Himself as “gentle and lowly of heart.” It’s not part of who He is, it is who He is. Gentle and lowly is His driving force. It is the force behind His strength. It is His very being. I pray this for my country. I beg this for my country. May our heartbeat become gentle. Lowly. May this be our strength, who we are, and how we are known.

One man. One moment.
Hearts ruptured. Lives imperiled.
One swipe of a pen.

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May 4, 2023

Prayer for my country, on this National Day of Prayer

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This may be sung to America the Beautiful.

O Father, mold my country’s heart
to seek love’s endless length.
Let all our public servants speak
with honor, truth, and strength.
And gift us with Your favor, Lord,
which we can never earn.
God grant my country
health and peace,
and for You, let her yearn.

O Father, hold my country’s feet
fast to a path of grace.
Let all within her borders seek
to welcome and embrace
our neighbors from around the world,
and see them as Your own
that none should hold
a hungry child,
and none should walk alone.

© Marie Elena Good, 2023

July 23, 2016

Tears for my nation

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Where cheers for gun rights
Paled those for unborn children
And left me in tears

My hope lies in this:

“The king’s heart is in the hand of the Lord, as the rivers of water: He channels it where He wills.” ~ Proverbs 21:1

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July 21, 2016

CROSSROADS

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As children,
We were taught
To always
Always
Look left, and right,
Then proceed.

As adults
We continue
To always
Always
Look left, and right,
Then proceed,
And we’re free-

For lack of middle ground.

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July 9, 2016

HAIKU (UNTITLED)

Clouds of witnesses weep

We’ve lost our first Love.
Even clouds of witnesses
Weep over our land.

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June 8, 2016

2016 PRESUMPTIVE NOMINEES

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I do not trust each nominee.
I cannot vote for T nor C.
I will not vote for he nor she.
I cannot, will not! Nope, not me!

This poem I penned is childlike:
Less fighter jet – more toddler trike.
But this election’s not grown up –
We’re drowning in a sippy cup.