they say there are times
when all you can do is pray
i think sometimes
all He expects is that i weep
and in my tears God sees me praying
calling out to Him
as the humanness around me fails
and tosses me into emptiness
these pleas for help
fall out of my eyes
and into His welcoming lap
He does not dry my face
or ask me to stop crying
just simply scoops up my prayers
cherishing what He gathers, this brokenness
and we sit together
in the wetness, in the darkness
we sit together until the tears stop falling
we sit together praying, until the morning comes
