This day, this moment, this life – can I make of them a prayer? Can I pray unceasing, incessant?
If I lay my hopes, my worries, my woes, my errors at your feet, might I feel your sunshine warming my spirit and body?
I live in an age of miracles and war. When healing comes, will I have prayed enough?
So far from you, yet you are so close to me.
Let me feel you, Lord.