Sunday, March 22, 2009

Fourth Sunday in Lent

The prayer that remains constant,
on my lips at dawn and at dusk,
is simply: Please be here.
Please be here.
Here, with me.
Here, wherever there is crying.
Here, in the halls of power.
Here, in places of drought.
Here, with my loved ones.
Here, where a child's eyes are filled with terror.
Here, where the great blue heron is wading.
Please be here.

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