a place to pray

the sun is getting low in the sky

blinding me.

I close my eyes to pray

to the Mystery, the Power, the Unknowable,

that we call God, I will call God.

The He, the She, the Infinite, the force of nature

that drives water and nutrients up a tree trunk to 

feed every leaf,

just like the blood from the heart should

flow across every alveoli to carry oxygen 

to the body

I think of that as I gaze up to avoid the

glare of the sun in my eyes, 

the reflection from the pond.

I pray for Owen,

for Daniel and Tori, for all those

who suffer,

especially children.