A good prayer takes time to prepare for,
Time to shed the murky layer of pressing demands,
Time to allow my head to rise above the fog,
Time to open my hands and heart to Mercy,
Beginning with forgiveness for when I forget to pray,
Moving quickly into a beautiful, free, open space,
Where everything that matters is right in front of me,
Trusting whatever the next step holds for my life.
I love when prayer draws me from the awful rush,
That believes in its self important busyness,
When God and I share in blessed creativity,
Holding out and offering me a new canvas,
Hope and possibility held in his Holy plan,
My prayer for today is just beginning,
As I hold my heart and hands open,
To what this day will bring for me.