Responsibility & Bliss

Today’s post is by Savannah Kate Coffey.

Winsome One,

You, whose very desire is the crucible of creation,

You, who speaks the invitation so alluring,

Let there be-

You, vulnerable and open, enticing yet restrained,

awaiting a response.

I can almost see the gleam in your eye.

We all say, Yes.

Trembling and ablaze,

rising to life.

We are more than friends, you and I.

More than companions,

more than master and humble servant, grateful for your generosity.

We are divine conspirators,

breathing together new life.

You, the beginning and end of all my longing.

This night, as I rise again and again to the cries of my son,

may I know the satisfaction of this liturgy,

The call and response of your hungry love.

May the sun find me with a weary smile upon my face,

drenched in the dew of your desire.

I wrote this poem when my son was an infant and the nights felt endless. I originally titled it, “One mother’s prayer at 3:43 am.”