Lord, teach me to be wide awake to
The soft pink petals opening on the magnolia tree
Shifting weight inside my womb as baby dances and grows
Broken hearts around me, even when (especially when) they’re not worn on outer sleeves
When it’s time to say yes
When it’s time to say no
Teach me to be wide awake to
Lengthened days and later sunsets as spring approaches
Hard-wood floor under my bare feet in the mornings
The smells of fresh mulch and mowed grass and March rain
The complex stories of the ones I love
The complex stories of those I struggle to love
May I be wide awake to
Your redemption in Isaiah, in the gospel of Mark, in my own life
The loving hand holding mine as I fall asleep
Greater patience for the seven-year old stretching limits and seeking comfort
Your guidance in this season and in the small moments that make up now
Your guidance in the season to come
Lord, teach us to be wide awake
