God, I'm Calling Your Name

Is that you on the couch? The couch with the broken springs? You standing by the sink when I do the dishes? You holding the thermometer when I take Punchy's temp and answer Figgy's calls? You behind my office chair when I sit to write at this worn wooden desk? Is that you talking through H., in his blue jeans and sweatshirt?

For whenever two or more of you are gathered in His name, there is love.

I hope so. Thank you for holding me in your palm. Please hold us all in your palm. Life can be a tangle. I do not want to walk in fear.

Love, Alice