Deep in the night
Where light is most known in some place other than here
At each gust of wind
The wind chime moves
And with each movement,
she makes her simple sound
Lets us know that she’s here
That the wind tonight
moves her
Makes her feel
Draws out melodies
words
Important to note though,
As simple her melody
It goes heart-deep
It is not empty noisy words
The wind simply blows
And in response,
she simply moves.
And her prayer,
her honest tune,
comes about
Just as naturally as the very wind that first touched her,
That moved her to sing
Her grief.
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Lord,
in seasons that are difficult and dark
And we feel ourselves touched,
disrupted
by the wind,
May we trust that our prayers to you can be as simple
As the tune that rises in response.
May we trust that in this season,
that this is prayer in your presence
too.
That we need not bend and strain with the right words
To have you hear us
To have you know us.
That no amount of darkness
Nor a lack of the light
Holds the power to stop you hearing the contours of whatever is our present-day melody.
May we know that no amount of darkness,
As present and as real as it may be,
Has *you* failing to see
To hear.
The wind simply moves
And we simply sing
And that for you
is enough.
Amen.
anne-marie elizabeth 