San Albino Church, Old Mesilla Village, Las Cruces, New Mexico
If all is well
Do we pray?
Praise the spirit
We so openly honor
Find the time
That we have been gifted
To thank, to touch
If all is well
Do we stay?
In the moment
That speaks to us clearly
Hold it close
As the last it may be
For joy, for hope
If all is well
Do we know?
Pain and suffering
Swirling beneath jaded hearts
Eyes of steel
Secretly begging
For comfort, for love
If all is well
Do we bow down?
To our maker
Fathom our fragility
Bold yet brittle
Filter fabrication
Into purity and grace
mishunderstood 
Love the photo and your words ♡
Thanks, Laurie. 🙂
Indeed – It’s far easier to remember to pray when life is on the skids than when everything is coming up roses time after time. Great blot post.
So true, Sheri. Thanks for your comments. 🙂
Your irony speaks strongly here! Well done. K.
Thank you. 🙂
solid truth behind this….we often cry out when we are in trouble…but then when all is well we forget our source of power….
beautiful image & thoughtful piece. thank you for sharing!
Thank YOU for your comments. 🙂