10/29/2018
For the first time in years,
I caught myself praying.
Not for the Lord to help me
Possess, enchant, or enthrall you,
No.
I did not ask
That you fall hotly, madly, irrevocably
In love with me,
Though I imagine that would
Feel something like a warm rain
Kissing the dry, hard earth
During my favorite spring thunderstorms
In our beloved home state.
No, love.
I prayed that you would
Be granted strength
That you would find peace
That your tired body
Would experience true healing
And that your heart
Would no longer cry out
In agony
At the mere memory
Of her face.
-Sarah Clinton