When I pray to Spirit for you,
I am not negotiating.
I am disinclined to ask Spirit’s forgiveness.
I do not believe you have made any mistakes.
I am not going to press my hands together.
The gesture would not get through to Spirit.

Instead, I shall go outside and watch what is left
of the trees dancing for the clouds in the sky.
And I shall dance for any wren who can shelter in a tree
whatever bees can land on a sprig of rosemary.
After that, I shall raise both arms to praise you.
Your love is way beyond the pale.

I shall implore Spirit to share Her elemental
size strength with you anytime you need healing.
I shall even avoid bowing to the Earth to indicate
my humility or yours.

Rather, I shall ask Spirit for amazement as you behold
the way to suffer simply and without bitterness.
I shall pray that you will draw down endless wonder
at the cheer, joy, and hope of Spirit.

I shall pray for you, cousin, to know my awe at your
acceptance of the hurt inside your pain.
Would you allow me to bestow the gift of time between us
as I pray that you love Spirit as you love your life?

I pray to Spirit for you to teach me your magic as you ignite
the spark of life in every being that you touch.