When I don’t know how to pray:
What can you see out the windows
of your hospital room?
Clouds scuttling through blue
or raindrops chanting down?
Does a crow saunter down the wind
or a dove whistle through air?
Or there, in the rooms where you wait,
look for that crack in the corner,
the spider missed by the cleaning crew.
Watch for the color orange
in someone’s shoelaces
or an owl brooch on a nurse’s lanyard.
I’m sending you something by wind,
by feather, by stone,
sending you heart and fire,
sending you prayers like rain.
1. Having the hard conversations. They make us better people. And that’s what we’re here for, eh? To become better people.
2. Spoken Word Play 14. We had our dress rehearsal last night. Dress rehearsal is actually my favorite part–that’s when I get to hear everyone else’s poems and stories.
3. Praying in any way I can. Being part of the web. I think I say this one a lot, but it seems to come around a lot. And I need to acknowledge within myself the anxieties I feel for the people I love, but I don’t want to dwell on those, so it helps to take it to this place, to give the mind the work to do. Send love. Send prayer. Send a mockingbird.
4. Boy walking down the hall yesterday with a red tulip behind his ear. (Yeah, yeah–he probably shouldn’t have picked it. Still, it was cute.)
5. My youngest kid is turning into a grammar cop. I’ll have to catch him before he turns too pedantic, but in the meantime, it’s really fun to have him sit here berating me for beginning sentences with “And. . .”
May we walk in Beauty!