Be my love.
May Your tidal wave
Crash over them
Like so much soothing balm
Rolling over, through, saturating.
Thank You that I can – may – ask it
What I – or any of us- can or may put words to
Oh, Gracious One, please look past
What we aren’t – You
And be You anyway
(I know, as You’ve done all along & before and continue)
In wretchedness, as we are, as I am
I know I’m not enough
But know that You Are
And hope that is.
Hoping the crumb reaches You
And praise You that it ever has.