A prayer for the anxious preacher

Faint stigmata of fingernails in palm-flesh,

the careful unclenching of the jaw

do not show, but You know,

Anointed with anxiety in the Garden.

If I lay end to end the moments I have spent,

keys in hand, chanting, “okay,

okay,” they may convey me like clouds

to the pulpit to belt out Your praise;

but You, O Key of David, know a rougher road

in minor mode; a finer gate, and so,

what shall I pray?

That this moment, too, shall pass;

that with your help I’ll fail us both

to betray.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing (Upper Room Books, 2020). She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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