Dear God,
Let me live my life as if nothing is ever too small for me to love,
not the fork I am washing and placing back in the drawer,
not the dust I pick up from the corners.
Let me absorb each sound, each morning bird, each motorcycle passing,
each snowflake touching rock or soil
as if this were my last chance to really discover what it means to be living.
Let me not pretend I have the answers
but let me wait for whatever it is that comes to us when we wait,
the lily, the leopard, the dark,
then let me reach past what comes too quickly and ask, again, for God—
who comes slowly, one thing at a time.
Let me feel how it feels, this moment now.
Let me find meaning through what I am able to love
and release, love and release.
A crow in wind.
A house in flames.
Your hand in my dreams.
Tani Arness lives in beautiful Albuquerque, NM. She’s been inspired by hours spent stargazing in Northern NM. Tani’s work can be found in Tzimtzum: 5 contemporary poets lend us their hearts, and numerous literary magazines including North American Review, Malpais Review, and Crab Orchard Review. See also: www.tani-arness.com.
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