God,
And we write our night time prayers.
Our hearts and minds are full.
The digestion seems impossible,
our bellies are swollen with unprocessed thought.
And your love flickers and stutters,
but we know it's solid,
even though it feels so fleeting.
My heart thumps and my thoughts race
and I'm finally packing on the pounds of grace.
It's here, here in these moments that I'm assured of your workings.
I might question your ways, but here in the quiet, at the end of the day I know you are mine and I am yours.
And I rest in the rawness.
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