Sunday morning

Prayer is a problem when pain abounds.

Eyes closed

I pondered the terrible face of fear.

My heart rose up, cried out,

"Send me..."

And I stopped.

Send me what?

Help? Strength? Peace?

I saw my need,

But not the answer.

I rested there in the not knowing,

But knowing I was known.

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One of the hymns that was sung at my church shortly after the prayer time when I wrestled thus, had a line that captured my imagination: "Mighty victim from the sky", from At The Lamb's High Feast (Unknown author, probably 6th Century (Ad regias Agni dapes); translated from Latin to English by Robert Campbell, 1849). The phrase "mighty victim" is fantastic, taking your mind in a strange new direction. "Mighty Victim From the Sky" sounds like the title of a work of science fiction, a super hero.
Who has the super strength required for victimhood? Who would want it? Upside down thinking, like Christ's.