A Prayer for Salvation

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
the Creator.
God has given you all she can.
Pay attention.

A hand holding a fork under a running kitchen tap.


By Lynn Ungar

From WorshipWeb

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