For all the moments that I have coped
When nothing is right and nothing is possible
And everything is indescribable, unrelenting pain and paralysis,
When blankness overwhelms my mind
And despair is the most likely choice
Yet somehow, I get through,
I give thanks and praise for all those people,
Known and unknown, who pray and pray and continue
To pray for me,
without thanks or acknowledgment, or even recognition perhaps,
Yet who know of my secret torment and tortured life
And care enough to send out a spark of God’s light
To touch my life in the darkest, most treacherous moments,
So that miracles can in fact happen
and a moment of inner peace bless me,
Despite the profound impact of this illness.
I give thanks for you all.
For every prayer is a gift from God
And every prayer is touched with love and hope,
When hope may seem unlikely or impossible,
Both from without and within,
Yet God can enter in, to the bleakest places, with prayer and mercy
And touch and heal and bless in untold ways,
Even if that healing seems initially insignificant or too small to make a difference,
Even if it is only a single cell changed or a shuddering or shallow breath breathed
Or a moment of pain borne beyond endurance.
Still it can build into a bigger picture, a blessed life lived in tremendous suffering.
For each prayer is precious and each day survived, a gift
And each moment of prayer touching my life
A moment of unimaginable grace.