Yesterday, carried on a wild wind,
my still, small voice whispered prayers for you.
Tonight, outside my window, the rain
becomes insistent. I hurry now
to write these wishes down.

My wrist begins to ache from frantic
movement of pen racing across page.
I pause to consider my wishes.
Only then do I realize the
senselessness of my act.

Tears wet words that flow effortlessly
from aching heart to parchment, chilled now
by night air. Knowing you will never
read heartfelt wishes, that you care not
to see or speak to me,

I hold half-filled paper in my hand,
stare until I see things differently.
Taking pen, I begin process in
reverse, cross off wishes one by one
save a single item.

I wish for your surrender of all
that blocks the blessings God would give you.
Momentarily, I lament that
this wish says nothing about my need,
surrender then again.

My own release of wishes and tears
leaves me an empty vessel, ready
and waiting as God has asked of me.
In my waiting, angels descend and
lift high my hope for you.

The Lord himself kneels down beside me,
gathers up sorrow, heart’s true desire
and carries them heavenward with speed,
interceding on my behalf. Prayers,
wishes carried away

Even as soul grieves separation,
longs for relief, death’s transformation,
an end to silence unbearable.
The waiting, the wishes, the wanting
some escape persists

As does my love for you. Tonight, there
in this ceaseless rain, I pray you see
reflections of that love. Tomorrow,
feel wild wind, surrender self unto
blessings that yet await.