I pray you’ll be safe.
I pray for your family.
I wait, breath held these long months,
For the brittle crunch as your other shoe drops.
I would hold out my hand to you
But my hand holds no grace, no welcome, no answers.
If I were to give you a gift –
Some talisman to represent my prayers –
It would be a seed for fresh planting.
No magic acorn to give you a tree of solid gold.
Just one ordinary seed – maybe a tomato, or a marigold.
Something beautiful, something hardy.
For now I offer nothing but the prayers,
And the prayer that the prayers will take root.