This Counts: A Prayer of Realization
As I clicked x to close the email window
I opened another
and turned my attention directly to you
wanting to say something, anything,
with little time to spare before the meeting,
lying here on the couch,
the computer at an awkward angle.
A Thursday of both celebrations and frustrations—
but what should I say? I feel like
I need to squeeze words out,
get something onto the page,
and reach some resolution.
So, here I am, heading off into
prayer’s mysterious lands, once again,
through a keyboard, a partially heavy heart,
but in anticipation and eagerly
relying on the beauty of words
to help me encounter you, God.
As the clock ticks down
and the meeting calls for my attention,
as my wife asks me if the meeting’s still on,
and as Christ plays in ten thousand places,
I realize that here
in this sixth paragraph
I’ve been talking to you all along,
praying, and that
this counts as prayer.
Thanks be to God.