God please give us your grace, within this space.
And do your work of healing for my Dad.
And too that couple, friends, with-in the place
where they are, with this drought and a great sad-
ness, from the hopes and dreams that haven’t come
about as they were hoping that they would;
and too for my Dad’s arm, also his thumb
that’s lost its power, and is not so good.
And since we know that you invar-iably
give your attention to our tiny prayers,
whatever they’re about, we know we’ll see
one day how you’ve shown us your love and care,
so that we are quite sure that you’ll answer.
And yet we think we know some of your thoughts
and dreams, and hopes for this world; not cancer
or death, or horror, rules, or lists of oughts.
Your life that gives to humans (your own kids)
a life that is much bigger than this world(!)
until they can not stay with shut eye-lids,
but take your kiss of blessing that’s been hurled
or blown about to us, upon your breath
that was what made humanity at first,
and gave us life, with option for our death
but no coercion, just a heart that burst
and eyes that wept, at grief that truly came
to source of love & creativity,
and life that lavished, yet took on our shame,
to you we gladly look intently, see!
And since we know that he invariably gives his attention to our prayers, whatever they are about, we can be quite sure that our prayers will be answered. 1 John 5:15
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