A Prayer for Salvation
A Prayer for Salvation
Poetry

Here I am, God, here I am. Here I am
with the dishes in the sink, the dust
on the shelves, the skin on
my hands which is drying out and starting
to crack.
My appetite has
gone, without any other bodies to remind my body
of itself.
I can pray for salvation
but my bones know
this is all there is. This
is the day God has given us
to live in. There is
no heaven, child,
no heaven apart from the dishes
and the dust and the
skin on your hands.
If you want heaven, this
is what you have to work with, you
who are a child
of
the Creator.
God has given you all she can.
Pay attention.

About the Author

  • Peregrine Morkal-Williams (he/him or they/them) is an M.Div. student at United Theological Seminary of the Twin Cities. He grew up Unitarian Universalist and has a lot of houseplants.

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