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Porch Light Prayer by SusieQ

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Porch Light Prayer by SusieQ  - Indie Blues music cover art

Porch Light Prayer

Indie Blues

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["Clinic Card"]
Worn boots on the kitchen floor, slow coffee in my hand,
A tremor like a distant storm, a map I don′t command.
There′s a clinic card in my pocket, with a name I′m learning still.
Faces in the waiting room, a friend who waits until I′m filled.
I breathe like I′m counting beads, a small ritual of grace,
Counting out the steady moments, soft as a holy place.
I live in the light when the shadows come and go,
My heart a quiet prayer, my steps are slow but whole.
Amen to every shallow breath that teaches me to stay,
I lift this tiny hallelujah through another gentle day.
Sometimes my hands forget the tune, my voice gets lost in fog,
Blanking out like winter glass, a clock that skips a jog.
But there′s a porch light on my street that hums a patient hymn,
And I learn the art of steadying, slow fingers, steady limb.
I say a little blessing for the ones who stay beside,
For nurses with their quiet jokes, for the friend who holds my pride.
I live in the light when the shadows come and go,
My heart a quiet prayer, my steps are slow but whole.
Amen to every steady breath that calls me back to grace,
I find a kind of courage in the gentle holy place.
There are days the mirror shows a stranger′s tired face,
And nights I bargain with the stars for one more simple place.
But grace is in the smallest hands that fold a worn out shawl,
A whispered vow beneath the moon, I′ll rise when I can fall.
I live in the light and I learn to let things be,
My heart a quiet offering, a soft and honest plea.
Amen to trembling mornings, amen to resting slow,
Each step a little sacrament where broken things can grow.
So I walk this road with prayer on my lips and music in my shoes,
A devotional heartbeat stitched with all my everyday truths,
Midnight porch lights, slow coffee, the clinic card I keep.
I sing my simple hallelujah as I tuck myself to sleep.
I sing my simple hallelujah as I tuck myself to sleep.