I could write their names,
the ones I love who need healing,
but to what point – you love them more than me?
I could wish them well, praying a stream of blessing,
yet they already live in the goodness that is you.
But I could also open myself to you,
mindful of them, to let love move me to action,
to make a call, send a note,
invite for coffee, or to wait in earnest…
in solidarity with them…
in hope and trust with them…
for your unfolding life in us.