I lay in my bed.
I don't pray enough for my husband.
How can I pray for him beyond...
keep him healthy.
keep him safe.
draw him to You, O Lord.
And in the darkness, the Lord whispers to me:
And my belly grows warm,
my heart begins to flutter.
fire for my husband,
an undiminished flame
that will not be snuffed out,
living in him,
burning in him
he would be
a light for the world
a light for himself,
not constantly squelching
his own flame
a fear of failure,
remorse or regret.
a flame that starts and ends with You,
that can be nurtured and fanned
by your Holy Spirit
because You are the giver of good gifts,
because You take up residence in him,
because You who started a good work in him
will continue it to the end.
who says you can't pray in poetry?
linking with emily at imperfect prose