This prayer is late because
I didn’t quite realize it was April
I’ve been praying all day, of course,
with colleagues and congregants,
for the confused and sick and dying and grieving;
for friends and family and the church;
and for my own disoriented brain
that doesn’t remember the month or day
without distinct effort and intention.
But this prayer,
This prayer I promised to write
for my colleagues and co-workers,
for my fellow tech-learners and grief-bearers–
This prayer is late,
as are so many things I do these days.
This prayer is scattered,
as are we all these days.
This prayer doesn’t really know where it is going or what it is doing.
It is a weary prayer from a weary spirit.
But this prayer is here, now, God–
as are we.
This prayer is trying its best
and reaching toward what is better.
So I offer You this prayer, God,
in the time I have found
with the words I have scrounged
and in faith that,
through your grace,
it is enough.
I am enough.
I offer this prayer in the knowledge that You . . .
You are abundantly more than we can ever ask or imagine.
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