Prayer During a Storm

Spirit, flow in many waters 

of my soul. Spirit, move me 

from my wall of foxes, from my throat

of toxins, from my tongue of wax. 

Spirit of the sleeping God, 

of the swimming God, 

of the testing God, no, 

no, Spirit of the living God, come. 

Come in the wake of the morning, 

in the wake of the storm, 

the wake of the sea— 

oh come, Lord, come

tear me limb-from-limb

smash this misshapen clay 

build from my brokenness a bowl 

to catch the rain.