Dear God, it’s raining.
Of course, you know this already.
So many of our prayers seem to begin this way, God.
With things that we know,
and things that you know
and things that we know that you know.
“Give them peace.”
“I am afraid.”
“We are grieving.”
As our mouths form words that are
true, familiar, obvious
we ask only this.
Mold our lives, also, to your Way.
The Way that we know,
The Way that you know,
and the Way that you know that we know
The Way that at times, in spite of all our knowledge, seems
difficult, unfamiliar, strange,
but that is right here
just waiting for us to
take the first step.