I often preferred to stand

Rather than get on my knees

But my prayers were there

Silent, secret, simple

Grant me all I need

To ride out the storm

Walk on water

Face the monster

Wait patiently

The table in the presence of my enemies

The calm of the quiet waters

Fearlessness in the valley

To receive my rod and staff

The armor I needed

And no longer need

The words I released in all their power

Free to have lives of their own

To align

Heal

Restore

Give life

My true weapon

My unbreakable shield

Forged by the years

So heavy yet comforting

The power of surrender

Water’s shapelessness

Ability to absorb and penetrate

The echoing of the heart