In the desolation I pray
not to become familiar
but to become tranquil
in the midst of all that is
unknown, unanswered,
unresolved, unrequited.
In the wilderness I pray
You will leave crumbs
along the way toward
wellsprings of grace to
temper the wild worries,
to hush the open wounds.
In the aftermath I pray
not to be restored but
to be found & known
by survivors of death
and guardians of life,
bandaged for purpose.
on Mark 1:13