Prayer

Take my hand love 
take it and hold tight 
for we are both here 
cornered by the snarling rage 
that is your depression 
Take my hand 
and let the subtle pressure 
of my squeezing presence 
be enough 
to know I am here 
to know you are not alone 
in this cage 
made of molded pain 

Take my heart love 
take it and heal yourself 
for we are both here 
wounded by the lashing legacy 
that is relational war 
Take my heart 
and let the soft constancy 
of my singing blood 
be enough 
to know I am here 
to know you are loved 
in the fullness 
of your complexity 

Take my breath love 
take it and fill yourself 
for we are both here 
failed by the fumbling inadequacy 
that is my words 
take my breath 
and let the quiet buoyancy 
of my whispered stillness 
be enough 
to know I am here 
to know you are heard 
in the depth 
of my sea 

My love 
you matter 
to the hands that 
trace your name 
you matter 
to the heart that 
pulses your name 
you matter 
to the breath 
that calls your name 
home.

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