Sunday Morning Is As Good A Time To Pray As Any

Photos taken June 2009

Oh Lord, on this piano I have lived my whole life

since the day Papa brought it to my door

since the first time I stretched one pinkie and one thumb to the tip of an octave

even before you taught me to breathe your life into the melodies

I learned about You

and then I found me

in this keyboard

I am afraid. I admit it. I asked Papa out loud last night to please send help. I knew if I could feel his hug it would take away my fear. But he didn't you know. He only reminded me of a gift he imparted as well. One more valuable than blue earth marbles in a bowl. One I saw him use many times with two perfectly folded hands.

And that's why I'm here, Lord.  My mortal eyes see unworkable parts

 but this

this photograph.... is the only thing I see and hear in my spirit

Otherwise, he taught me nothing

and that's just not possible

So, don't let me lose this vision

two extensions of a gift you gave

 flying across a world I know of black and white beauty that never looked as beautiful as they do to me this day

let this be the only thing I see

I just need one person to say it's going to be alright

One of your great healers here on Earth

One who has Your touch and Your power

One of Your own
One who knows that bones and tendons are only tools
 and somewhere in his heavenly toolbox he knows how to hear 88 keys played perfectly from the soul of this girl before he reaches into that box because he knows it means more to her than just arpeggios and scales
Send that one

And Dear Lord
when that healing is done
I will play You a song
not only with both my hands and all my working fingers
but with my whole being

because that's how You taught me to play