the rose trellis

powerfully this morning:
my weakness is the weakness of a climbing rose.
without support it flounders in the mud.
a trellis is all it needs to find light to grow and blossom.

my trellis is the routine of prayer.

later, my prayer was unsupported.
delving here and there for context, for meaning.
as I so often do
today I realised:
just because I do not find,
this does not mean it is not there.
only that it is not here - in me.

my context cannot be myself
my context can only be you.
floundering, I find.
like the climbing rose
searching blindly for support