june seventh . two thousand nine
After a loud, chaotic day, I pray for quiet, in your nighttime and in your souls, I pray for healing for scraped and bruised and dirt-scaped skin.
I pray that anger will be calmed, quenched, that every bit of anger in me, in you, in those around you, will be lifted, cleansed, and in their space, now empty, will come -- God -- Your grace, Your peace, Your hope, Your hopefulness, your love. Within us all; these boys who are before me, in me, your father, your grandma and grandpa, all your aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends; within us all place Your love.
Fill us, not with anger and sadness and self-doubt, but with love.
Let us sleep, a sleep of healing and hope, let us wake early in the morning, give us a beautiful day.