One muggy and unusual night, I woke at 3 AM, hazily recalled predictions of spectacular meteor showers, and dragged a sleepy Larry with me out to our driveway to watch for meteorites. After craning our necks for a few minutes that seemed like hours, we finally saw one or two tiny, magnificent flashes. It was a catch-it-in-the-corner-of-your-eye type thing. There and gone. Blink and you miss it. We stumbled back inside and I couldn't sleep for the Glory of God's night sky. Words pelted my brain and I had to write them down. (See the very first post: Meteors at Night.)

Like the meteor shower, my inspiration often comes unbidden at night in quick bursts that demand my attention. I get excited about it. I don't want to miss it, not any of it. Not one quick flash, not one Illumined moment, not one whisper from God.

I'm trying hard to catch it and collect it and put it all in one sky. You're welcome to do a little gazing here anytime.

Friday, September 14, 2012

Prayer for a Patient



Please heal her, Lord.

She’s so young,
Sitting there in the vinyl recliner,
All clinical-cozy,
With a faithful pet parrot
Perched calmly on
Her shoulder
Eating Cheezits.

Her husband looks at her with
Such obvious love,
An attentive sensitivity
So clearly not duty.
Not a chance he takes her for granted.

He doesn’t miss a thing,
Like how she tries
To look so relaxed about it all,
Like women go to war,
Bird on shoulder,
With their own cells
Every day,
In unlikely places,
While who-knows-what
Races into their veins
Through sharp needles.

Please heal her, Lord –
She’s so young.
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