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.