The Burdened Believer

 The burdened believer

In a chapel, silent, still,

A soul seeks solace, breaks its will.

Knees on cold stone, hands entwined,

Prayers rise, a heart defined.

 

Whispers of grace, a plea for peace,

In this sacred place, burdens release.

Eyes closed tight, seeking light,

In the quiet of the night.

 

From lips, the words do flow,

Faith and hope in fervent glow.

A yearning heart, a whispered plea,

“God, grant me serenity.”

 

Amen murmured, echoes fade,

A soul uplifted, promises made.

Steps retrace, out the door,

Into the world, grace restored.

 

But when asked, “How are you?”

A sigh escapes, old worries accrue.

Complaints and woes spill like rain,

Despite the prayer, despite the gain.

 

 

 

“Oh, the burdens,” they declare,

Forgetting the peace found in prayer.

A heart that seeks, yet cannot see,

The blessings granted, the soul set free.

 

In the quiet chapel, grace bestowed,

But in daily life, the weight still sowed.

A reminder needed, gentle, true,

To carry prayer’s peace in all they do.

 

For faith is not just words we say,

But the life we live day by day.

To hold the peace within our heart,

And from that grace, never part.

Cliff Devis Lubega