I don’t have anything new to write about
My lungs are still breathing
And I am still moving along a timeline colored by
Routine
Every night I pray
God,
Please watch over me
Give me safety
Because I am alone here
Keep my possessions secure
Because they make life easier on earth
(but don’t put them first)
Protect my heart
Because you know it better than I do
It is a conversation that helps put my body
To sleep
Like putting lamb’s blood on my doorpost
So that darkness will pass over me
