Prayer from a Gracious Receiver

 

Prayer from a Gracious Receiver

 

Why cant we sleep, Oh Lord?

Do you have a lesson here?

Why is she tortured in the evening hours

While you wake me every morning?

 

Slowly, slowly we are drained

of lubricants and fluids

And the seeds of our necklace

Fall from the string…

I come to your bedside

With pearls

But you refuse them.

I have no guarantee

That they will benefit

If you use them,

Still, you could play the part

Of the Gracious Receiver.

 

We are already on the far side

Of the fulcrum

Waiting for God to take

His fingers off the scale.

It could just as well be me

Sleepwalking

We change places on the hour

So, if I have one prayer

It would be to have the power

To be the Gracious Receiver.