Prodigal prayer

Can we start over,
with my head bent low
and my knees bent lower,
my eyes evading your pain hung high
in case it engulfs my own?

Can we start here,
with my feet on the ground,
my toes rooted in the dirt
and my face turned toward the sun?

Can we start
whether or not the sun will rise,
or the air bend with the Spirit who exhales life;

whether this day, or one day
when the stars align, though my way is crooked,
and the time is ripe, though my heart went over;
and will you welcome me home?

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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