Under my words

Listen to Me Under My Words, by Ted Loder

O God,  I come to you now

as a child to my Mother,

out of the cold which numbs

into the warm who cares.

Listen to me inside,  
under my words 

where the shivering is,

in the fears
which freeze my living,

In the angers 
which chafe my attending,

in the doubts, 
which chill my hoping,

in the events 
which shrivel my thanking,

in the pretenses 
which stiffen my loving.

Listen to me, Lord,  as a Mother, 

and hold me warm,  and forgive me.

Soften my experiences, into wisdom, 

my pride, into acceptance, 

my longing, into trust,

And soften me 
into love

and to others 
and to you.