A Poetic Prayer…
To the whispers of dreams we’ve put to rest. To lovers who’s name still taste like sweet regret. To girlhood lingering in the spines of forgotten notebooks.
I pray a calm over the storm that has been brewing in your kitchen that you mistook for a morning coffee’s delight.
I pray that every window in your home is opened and fresh air replaces the stale conversations of yesterday.
I pray that thankfulness returns to you. That you hear your mother telling you to use your good manners, to sit up straight, to say yes instead of yeah.
I pray your mother calls you today, instead. I pray that you answer when it rings.
I pray wind-chimes find you on your morning walks with the sun and God.
I pray that God hears us today.
I pray for a slower heartbeat for us anxious few.
I pray for a lifetime of “breathe with me’s” of a few more hellos and goodbyes.
I pray that these poems are enough like breadcrumbs leading me back to my foundation.
I pray it’s not too late to start over—
again.
I pray for those who’ve prayed for me when prayer couldn’t find my lips but knees knew ground too well, when my back gave out from carrying traumas I swore I’d never tell.
I pray for those who’ve kept my secrets and gave it to God on my behalf.
I pray that I’m not wasting my Gramma’s prayers.
I pray.
I pray.
I pray that someone hears your cries today.
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