Prayer:
God, it’s all ashes today.
My attitude. My body. My faith.
But You promised beauty for ashes.
So here they are —
Scoop them up. Blow on them.
Make something.
Even if all I’ve got is a flicker,
I trust You to fan it.
I’m tired of trying to burn alone.
Still…
Still smoldering.
Still praying.
Still trusting You with the match.