I say my prayers fast
before my mind
pulls apart these folded hands.
God, You are.
I lift my arms
as a child reaching.
an alchemy of receiving and giving.
Father, You are.
I run into the world
with a tension, attention
to the beauty and brokenness.
Jesus, You are.
I breathe without thought
exchanging bad air for good,
grace folding me.
Spirit, You are.
Gerald the Writer 
love the line “before my mind
pulls apart these folded hands.”
that line really got me. beautiful
It’s my experience all too often.
Such a difficult area for me. My mental skepticism vs. spiritual truth.
Yes, He is!
!