Friday, March 12, 2021

Katie Snipes Lancaster

Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable to you, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer. Psalm 19:14

If you tell someone you love them
you will give them power
over the sun and moon
you will give them power
over many of your appetites
and how they are satisfied:
over the flowers that decorate your window sill,
even over the contents
of your refrigerator,
you will give them power
over the scent of your sheets
and how often you need to change them
power over the motes of dust
that settle, or fail to,
on certain shelves and night tables
you will give them power
over the color of your socks
power over your very breathing,
its regularities and irregularities,
the missed beats of your heart.
Yes, if you tell someone you love them
there is much to be relinquished,
so very much that your own shoes
will no longer stand still
in their closets, your tissue box
will lie quivering on the night table
awaiting its forthcoming tears.
—Michael Blumenthal, “The Words”

God of Love,
God of Life,
God through whom we find foundational sturdiness.
Be our rock.
Be our redeemer.
Be for us the bedrock of love.
Hear the irregularities of our heartbeat, and bring us peace.
See the contents of our refrigerator, and remind us that you are the one who feeds us.
Watch over our very breath, and breathe life into our divine and dusty lives.