This moment of prayer stretches like a lover in the morning,
a suspension of time, a lingering sigh, an unhurried savoring
of the knowledge that you are present and not leaving
without the promise of your love and of your return
to watch the nightmares with me once again
when the moon rises. So many times
I rush, appealing to the clock for
speed, too eager for memories
to fade, longing for futures
that dance out of reach
to draw near … but
once in a while
in prayer I
set down
haste
and
fear
and
as time stills, I find that the pause is plenty.
In this endless moment, I bless you, O God my rest & my love.

on Psalm 34:1