Saturday Prayer, September 19, 2020

God, I need a bigger bra.

I actually have wanted

to say those words all my life.

I lost (most) of my lockdown pounds,

so I was not expecting changes

of that kind this late in life

(snow-kissed hair, quilted face),

 

and I wasn’t going to risk

trying bras on.

I took the __ cup because

it was the only size in the comfy style

and it wouldn’t be the first time

I’ve stuffed something with kleenex,

which is as forgivable

as padding a sermon.

 

I spend a lot of time doubting

whether I can be fruitful

and would rather adjust

the straps on someone younger.

 

O you ruthless Parabler,

 

it’s been so long

since I’ve nursed babies of my own,

or held a grandchild’s bottle–

and now you say it’s still my time

to feed the world. amen.

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Maren C. Tirabassi’s forthcoming book will be Christmas Eve at the Epsom Circle McDonald’s and Other Poems and she blogs at http://giftsinopenands@wordpress.com/ She’s a UCC, US, pastor and a writer and lives in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. She is always surprised by seeing the Great Pumpkin.

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