You stood up for us – even
towards the end
when You couldn’t walk
without help.
Insisted on Eruch reading the
prayers
and You rose to participate,
mandali on either side for
support,
gesturing for Eruch to go
ever faster
because of the strain. You are
named Ezad the only one worthy of worship.
If life is a prayer I am
nearing my amen.
Early on, as I was making it
up, seemingly
without support from You, it
never amounted
to more than a periodic,
desperate plea.
But over the years, You’ve
shown me how to pray,
(not done with me yet),
incrementally
changing the heart of my
prayers from I to You,
a metaphor for You becoming
more and more
the heart of whoever it is
offering my prayer
to Whoever it is Who receives
it.
O child of God, the perfect
prayer is a silent,
continuous obeisance from the
very core.
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