were they stunned?

The latest class of VerbTribe just ended. This week, I will feature on 37days the writing of VerbTribe members in this most recent class. These excerpts are in response to daily prompts the class provides, and I hope you will appreciate the voices of these writers. If you’re interested in becoming a VerbTribe member, go here for more information on the next class that begins January 3, 2013.
Were They Stunned?
– Cindy Lorentson Cook
How did I get here in the midst of these women
While they pray
Holding hands in a circle,
Spontaneous, aloud, each contributing?
It comes unforeseen, so sudden, no graceful way to exit
Someone mentions an ailment, a sorrow, a hardship,
And I am again in the prayer circle, expected to hold hands.
I admire the simple beauty and dignity of their heart-sharing,
Their sincere fervent prayers to heal, to console, one of us or our loved ones.
My difficulty is not with their heartbeats, their feelings pulsing through my hands,
their wishes, their hopes, their extending of care.
My difficulty lies with the vehicle they choose
The beginning: God our Father, who watches over us…
The closing: We pray in Jesus’ name, the Light of the world, the one True way…
I can’t work past those words, and so I am silent.
Is my presence enough, although I do not participate?
I wonder if they wonder why I say nothing
that awkward moment when everyone has contributed
Save me. I remain silent.
How do I convey my caring? Are my hugs and few words before & after enough?
I do not want to offend them, nor myself.
How to do this? I cannot edit their words, nor change their vehicle.
I hope to speak. Where are the words?
Surely they exist somewhere
The words I need to fit their prayer.
Were they stunned? These women whom I spent so much time with,
who had become my friends, who no doubt thought they knew me,
for years we shared our joys, worries, bits of everyday lives
I’d run in after work, from a hectic life full of demands & people,
my involvement with them heart-pounding, pulse-raising exercise
gradually grown into a bond, a sisterhood
These wonderful warm caring ladies, embracing their church, their community, their Jesus,
who pulled me into their circles, holding my hand, praying for our families & loved ones
and assumed I was one with them
Now they had become my friends, time they knew, time I confessed
So now at our Christmas party white elephant exchange,
as I declined the nativity scene to opt for something else,
I took a risk, gave up being incognito, saying “I’m not Christian, you see…”
(image from here)
