Please remind me. . . .
that I came here,
to this quiet, this prayer,
to bask in your love,
and to love you back.
Please remind me. . . .
that I came here because,
--as you know all too well--
I’m always looking for a good deal,
for the freebies and the free food,
for the sale rack, the half-price table,
even for faith-free living. (Sorry.)
Please remind me. . . .
that I came here because,
from somewhere deep inside me,
--or somewhere way beyond--
I heard you calling me, calling me
back from my gaming and gallivanting.
Please remind me. . .
that I came here to share my latest triumphs,
and feel the warm of your humbling smile,
to lay my latest crash-and-burns at your feet,
to feel your heal in my soul.
Please remind me. . . .
that I came here to remember
I’m not so needy after all,
No. In fact, I’m immeasurably blessed.
Please remind me. . . .
that these are the reasons I came here
because, in the thick of thin things.
I’ve forgotten them.
Again.