Sunday, August 19, 2018

A prayer

After John 17:13

It’s near the end, or
the beginning, the time
in the garden, night.
Alone; a prayer from the knowing
of what is to come in less
than a day, and the knowing
leads to the prayer.
I am coming.
I am coming to you.
I am coming to you now.

So, among the last things
to say, here at the end,
a prayer for them, those
sleeping and those not yet
awake, those flawed vessels,
for them, and not only
for the joy to be within them,
but for the full measure of my joy
to be within them. 
They will be hated by this world,
but, and it’s a huge but,
they will find joy, my joy,
within and always.

Photograph by Alex Woods via Unsplash. Used with permission.

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