How I Talk to God

Coffee in one hand

leaning in to share, listen:

How I talk to God.

“Momma, you’re special.”

Three-year-old touches my cheek.

How God talks to me.

While driving I make

lists: done, do, hope, love, hate, try.

How I talk to God.

Above the highway

hawk: high, alone, free, focused.

How God talks to me.

Rash, impetuous

chatter, followed by silence:

How I talk to God.

First, second, third, fourth

chance to hear, then another:

How God talks to me.

Fetal position

under flannel sheets, weeping

How I talk to God.

Moonlight on pillow

tending to my open wounds

How God talks to me.

Pulling from my heap

of words, the ones that mean yes:

How I talk to God.

Infinite connects

with finite, without words:

How God talks to me.

"How I Talk to God" by Kelly Belmonte  from The Word in the Wilderness - A Poem for Lent and Easter by Malcolm Guite (used with gracious permission from Kelly) published by Canterbury Press

That poem spoke to me so I thought maybe you would like it, too.  It reminds me of  some of the things Mason says about prayer - Communing Out Loud.

Top graphic by Lauren.

Admiration, Hope and Love!

Nancy