Author: John Lucas Kovasckitz
Oh God,
be with me when I wake.
Be with me when I carry my son down the stairs
with the light of morning.
Look us each in the eye and smile.
Be with us as we stretch and yawn.
Laugh with us.
Play with us.
Be with me as I make coffee for my wife:
2 scoops, grind for 15 seconds.
Pour boiling water, press slowly after 5 minutes.
Let us sit together for awhile,
without needing to say much.
Be with me as I make breakfast.
Stay and eat with us.
Be with me as I do the dishes
and sweep the floor.
Be with me as I sit at the piano.
Lay your head on my shoulder and sing.
Teach me a new melody:
Hold the C#, wait, to the 4, then resolve.
That’s it. I love that.
Be with me,
Be with me,
Be with us.
Be with me when I turn off the lights throughout the house,
when the moon has taken its place,
before I climb back up the stairs.
Be with me when I clean this day from my body.
Come lie down and share the blankets with us.
I know that you do not sleep,
but sometimes
I think I hear you breathing awful heavy beside me,
drawing me in to dream.
Oh God,
Somehow I know you’re in the wind,
and the trees,
and in the stars,
and that sometimes you’re an honored guest in our home.
But I also think that, somehow,
you’re closer still;
even when I forget to invite you.
Maybe I also carry you down the stairs with the light of morning,
within the body of my son.
Maybe I make coffee for you,
within the body of my wife.
And maybe...
Oh God,
sometimes I think I catch your eye for a moment in the mirror.