Jesus Is Gentle

In the midst of midnight rage,
A friend suggested writing
The name of Jesus on the palm of my hand.
He is here.

More treasures to come.

A friend was ready to pray,
And mentioned later that the whole family
Had already intended to spend the day
In fasting and prayer.
Perfect timing.

A friend asked not only, “How are you?”
Which would have been answered
With a breezy, “Great!”
But “Can I pray for anything?”
Which reminded me: yes.

A friend sent the song,
“Let It Be Morning,” a capstone
Of comfort from the Comforter.

My niece had struggled ten days,
When her parents prayed:
“Joy in the morning, Lord,
Either healing or home.”
Home in the morning she went,
And left us with morning and mourning.

So we ask again, let it be morning.
We ask not alone, but borne
By the prayers of the saints,
Fellow sojourners.
And friends.