prayer for 8:35pm on a Tuesday night when I feel uninspired
from poetry workshop today
On nights like this let me remember
that it always comes back
by it I mean:
enchantment with a teardrop shaped leaf as it flutters gently towards the ground; paintings finally completed at the expense of another ruined shirt; words spilling out like tears (of joy or sadness); what does it say that I’ve mentioned tears twice?; soft, damp soil finding its way under my nails on a hot day; and unbroken meditation on the blood orange streaks outlining a flower.
On nights like this when I am tired
(too tired to think of a metaphor for tired)
let me remember
that You never left.