God who is near, the house is still but my heart is not. The tree lights blink like questions I don't ask. Coffee's cold. The kids haven't stirred yet.
I just want to be held. Not fixed. Not cheered. Just held.
Steady my hands. Loosen my jaw. Remind me this silence is holy too.
I could reach for the phone, scroll the feed, pretend I'm okay. I put it down. I stay here.
In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.