Poems of Loving

Pray With Me

After I called you at four in the morning
and you prayed with me,
something shifted.
I called you from a place of mourning
and you stayed with me.
I had drifted,

ferried into the rapids of despair.
You heard me.
Spinning into shame
carried to the cliff edge of nightmare,
you reassured me.
You called The Name.

Perhaps you doubted your offer to pray.
Would I be offended?
Would we drift apart?
But you gave your gift in your own way.
As you intended
you touched my heart.

After we prayed at four in the morning
the rapids receded,
became calm and clear.
Miracles bubbled up with no warning.
Prayer had succeeded
and Love did appear.

After I called you at four in the morning
and you prayed with me
something shifted.
Thank you.

About this poem: In a moment of desperation, I phoned my friend, Lynne, at 4 in the morning. Fortunately for her, it was only 8 in the evening her time and she was able to offer me much-needed comfort.