Most mornings, I’m the first person awake in my house. I
get the coffee going, look at the news a bit and, at some point I
just sit and stare out the window. The only traffic I
see on Rainier Avenue is the traffic that has to be there. I
see the busses go by; a police car with lights flashing but siren off. I
might see a taxi. I
love these moments before my beloved and my son are awake. I
need these moments. They have become so important to me that I
will put up being a little tired during the day. On the best
(and the worst)
of these days
You and I talk. I don’t even believe in
You in this way; I don’t believe that
You are exclusively a being (as much as being) or that
You need me to say these things to hear me. I don’t believe that
You are somehow held back from action until I pray. I don’t believe that
You are just waiting to hear my list before
You heal, help or love.
You are healing.
You are help.
You are Love. Listening to
You means witnessing
Your constant unfolding
A heart beats 115,200 times every day.
I hear a rustling as my heart beats with
the call of a day filled with