Spoons

  My church happens at home in the middle of the night with a fevering baby in my arms.

I pray for strength.

My church happens on the beach when I see through them for the first time what has been right in front of me for a lifetime.

I pray for depth.

Their eyes are my eyes. Their soul from mine; their heart, my own.

I pray in gratitude.

My god is small enough and big enough to find me, to live in them, to allow church to be everywhere we love.

In the night, as I wrap my arms around them, I pray that some god and God and some energy and Energy is behind me, wrapping its arms around me. We are spoons upon spoons upon spoons. All of us.

I pray right back into those little bodies I hold, for it is through them I am most certain I see god everyday.