I awoke with you on my mind. No, you didn't know...no way that you could. But before my feet left the blankets for the chilly floor, I prayed for you.
I prayed for a good day for you...a day filled with purpose and plan; a day where you could give love and feel love, a day where the smile of a child could warm your heart, and your returning smile would warm theirs, as well.
I made my way to the coffeemaker with those words echoing in my head. Then, even as hot water steamed up my reflection, I couldn't help but to bring you to the Holy One yet again.
I prayed that your tasks for this day went well, and that you had all the help you needed. I reminded the LORD of your heart, and how so many times you left your own needs unheeded. I then humbly requested continued health for you and your beloved - for this day and for tomorrow, even the many days still yet to come.
As I stepped into my heels, I tried to put you out of mind, and freely admit I had some success - most sublime. But it was rather short-lived, I'm hesitant to say, and I completely blame the Spirit for my thoughts on this day.
So, I prayed for you today. Oh yes, I most certainly did pray. I prayed while I drove, and I prayed while I sang. I prayed while I thought and pondered the same. I prayed as I smiled and strolled on my way; y'know, it shaped up to be a prayer-sort of day. I prayed for your well-fare and prayed for your mind, I prayed for good things from your Father and mine. I prayed for all that surround you, and prayed for your foes. I prayed for refreshing in a life no longer called your own. I prayed for good music, and I prayed for sweet peace; I prayed earnestly and honestly and steadfastly, you see.
I would not expect you to return such a favor - it'd be most presumptuous I'm sure. But I must confess a far-fetched request, my single-mindedness I know you'd concur. A request that would require a miracle of highest class...who would even dare to ask?
I prayed that one day, by some wondrous act of HaShem, that we could somehow talk as it was way back when. Without angst, without strife - without anger, fear or the pain that's a knife. I know that I'm bold, and it's really a stretch. As a child with their father, the angels did see, I begged it for you and I pleaded for me.
Unresolved history is just what it is. So I prayed for you today, my friend, as many days without end. As He lives, I'll continue day in and day out; frankly of that I'm sure you have no doubt. No, I am not noble nor better than others; just know that my humble prayer accompanies whispered prayer for another.