WET PRAYERS

My prayers are wet 
with your name today
anointed with the tears
that roll slowly down cheek
on the corner of lips, eyes

full like storm clouds 

I cannot think of God

without thinking of you 

I pour your name like song

into a bowl empty enough 

to catch all of your desires

feel it vibrate your need

hold your want in the cup

of my hand, whisper into
the wind, expect God
to catch it, hold it close
make it so

© Valerie Bridgeman

March 15, 2013