Presence

I live in this holy sacred space
Silence our shared language
Mystery of the morning hours
Returning at night
when dreams make sleep move
over to the other side
Leaving me with scenes
to ponder.

Prayer comes breath
by breath
grounding me somewhere you
Ask me to be.
I don’t always know where 
you’re taking me. 

Your presence is 
Always enough. 
Like the sound of the voice of
Someone I love
You almost need to do 
nothing except make 
me aware
of your
Presence. 

“…in your presence there is
fullness of joy
and life everlasting.” 

Psalm 16:11 
Ash Wednesday, 2024
Vona Rose Wilson  2/14