Bring back the days, Mama would say, “its’ okay to be crazy
its’ okay to be afraid” – stores running empty, people running insane,
I read in the good book, one woman and child,
had only one jug of oil, one last cake – “that they may eat it and die”,
the prophet replied “make what you have for me, you won’t go without”
her faith lead her to believe and they were satisfied for many days.
So though, it may rain, or sun has come to bring her gift to earth.
I’m so sure this prayer may take awhile…
God you feed the raven, keep the brooks and rivers full.
you pull down the seasons of white snow and change
you called us by name, you still hold the whole world in the palm of your hand, you breathed life down into my lungs,
I give this prayer like sweet smelling rose,
calm every nerve in my body, soothe every ache
transcending the worlds on lock down,
sending manna for bread, and oil that won’t run out