HOT PRAYER

The sun still sets slowly
on this sultry summer night.
My shirt slowly peels away
from the ancient varnished pew
as I lean forward to pray.
Fans five stories overhead
stir a ruah of relief
that makes the steamy night
just a little more bearable.
I struggle to pray,
but looking straight ahead,
I delight in the bright, deep colors
of the stained glass nativity;
winged angel faces, royalty on knees
distract me for a moment
from my Saviour’s glowing face.
Slowly I consider Joseph
as the years seem to drop
from his face even as I watch.
Eternal father, now in his youth,
strong, brave and gentle,
ever source of comfort and care.
Suddenly the bells
of the high tower pealing,
bring a cascade of refreshing sound
falling on my head like a blessing,
acknowledging my prayer.