Forgive me Dear Friend,

I’ve stood You up recently.

Avoided really showing up

in the stillness of the morning.

Pretended I needed that extra half-hour of sleep.

Rationalized that You understand.

Your grace abounds.

These rationalizations might be true.

But the truth is…I’ve avoided sitting with You 

in the stillness of morning.

The empty open space of Easter

The Good News of resurrection

taste great.

And yet I know from experience


challenges me to embrace 

new ways of being and doing.

I know from experience that prayer

is not a passive practice 

or a one way street.

It calls me out in ways I both love and despise.

Forgive me, Dear Friend.

I embrace the Amen

that is just the beginning.