Prayer

I don't remember writing this, but I know You were watching over my shoulder, Love. 

...


speak to me, Lord, 
and give me ears.

feed me, 
and grant me guts.

heal me.

be my lungs

my air

my water

my thirst,

my humility.

show me what it is to love well.

i hope this isn't just a sentiment, but really, You're the one who transforms 

nothing 

into 

everything.

i'm not trying to be mad at You, but You're perfect, and i'm not,

and

i'm feeling it.

maybe this is just me being emotional again 

but i want to 

come home and be

not trying to be 

mad at you 

while i see you.

don't let me be uptight, PLEASE.

teach me Your perspective: help me see

in hearts, not hours

in minds, not minutes,

souls, not seconds.

cut to the quickest.