a moment in prayer

I felt lost and a bit overwhelmed and disconnected

I said in my head

that I felt like I was on a hill looking over Galilee

Or down on the water

On a boat

And wondering what would happen if I fell

Frisson divine rippled over my body

And I was not alone

I was not alone.

"All is not lost, child."

In the voice that isn't a voice

But a calm, voice shaped hole

In the silence around it.

My middle is softly warmed, almost

Imperceptibly

Antithetically

By a million tiny cool pinpricks

On my outside

For He knows every hair on my head

And every follicle on my body

And loves me

And loves me anyway