Prayer to the Prodigal God

Oh Prodigal God,

Hear my call, and forgive my faith of rags and tatters. You are the God of sombrero galaxies and horseshoe crabs, God of immaculate wonders, yet my biggest fault is underestimating You, not asking more, not asking for more eternal, not standing in insouciant confidence on all you have already done for me.

Heal this child, oh beautiful Splendor, heal this child, my dearest Love. All my broken words are not enough to draw a rough chalk effigy

of the single, seamless garment

You are spinning out around all of us

Saturated, incandescent

Light.