“He regards the prayer of the destitute, bare and solitary, and shall not despise their prayer.” -Psalm 102:17 Lord have I been stripped of every coping mechanism? Have I isolated myself from every compulsion and addiction? I am alone with my grief, the silence has magnified my desire to a deafening roar. Let my heart scream and be heard, and my tears fall and be caught by You. If my mouth is full of cussing, let it be purged in Your presence, that I hold nothing from You and surrender my whole self. You will not despise the impoverished spirit, so please bring a little more of Your kingdom here and now in this heart, in my family, in my love, in Your Church, on these islands, and the whole of Your creation. Amen.