Familiar Bedfellows
I went to bed with God
and in early morning hours
my wife showed up,
naked, cozy, alluring the cuddle,
and half-dreaming,
half in the sanctuary of safety and possibility.
I savored the moment,
welcomed them with gratitude,
and prayed love upon her.
My soul sang as she slept
only half-aware of our nestling in God.
I went to supper with my wife
and God showed up,
not just in the thirty-second ritual prayer,
but more deeply and warmly in her compassion
and loving care for our children,
and in God’s desire for her
to experience a larger taste of God’s presence,
and in God’s desire for her
continued healing and greater freedom and joy,
and we all laughed with dessert.
And now alone in church,
not alone at all
because they are so very present with me,
really present,
not just in my memory, heart, or body,
but the Love is present,
and so again I savor
and welcome
and rejoice,
cuddling with them.