Father in heaven,
here's what I'm tired of:
measuring my days by
the next paycheck,
the next financial output,
and whether the upcoming financial infusion
will cover it.
I'm tired of my waking thoughts,
and my sleeping ones, too,
being overwhelmed by the debts I haven't paid,
and the debts that are racing toward me,
unstoppable obligations.
I need a reprieve.
I need to know that I'm settled with everyone,
and everyone is settled with me.
I need a jubilee.
I don't want welfare.
I don't want charity.
I just want a break
from the worrying
and the figuring
and the guilt
and the comparisons
and the resentment
and the fear.
So, God, how about if you
do something about this black heart of mine?
Help me to find a balance
between the want
and the need?
Fill me with the energy that I need
to do things the right way?
Point me to the tilapia,
that holds in its body the drachma
that will pay both of our debts?
Please,
give me my daily bread,
so that I can rest easy,
love easy,
laugh easy,
and share with those who
are tired, too.
