cling tight

we stand close, cling tight in the middle of the kitchen. outside, a storm. wind blowing snow like white strands of hair.

and together, in that embrace, we pray.

thank God for the day. for the things he’d done. for the many ways he’d said, ‘here i am. trust me.’ for the silence in which he’d waited… waited for us to see him. for the angels surrounding our car. for the fact that mum had made it to church. for the bread we’d eaten. and for the person in our arms.

we cling to each other, and we pray

while the world swirls around us. white and stormy.


1 Comment

  1. Teneale said,

    February 23, 2009 at 7:31 pm

    Beautiful Em. Our prayers are with you too. Hugs.

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