Tossing Prayers
from Out with Lanterns
Airplanes diverted during rainstorms fly over our house with their loud rumbling engines and sky roar. I lay in bed, warm, on solid ground, pondering other lives, like the woman above us in 14 F who just wants to get home. Or on the highway tonight, as rain sluiced off of tires, I intuited the story of the man wearing glasses, clutching his Subaru's wheel, how his mother is in the hospital and he just needs to get to her. He’s so scared she’s not going to make it, so I tossed a prayer out the window towards him. What harm can it do? The other day I heard someone say, “But what if most people are good?” and it soothed me, made me want to send blessings outward to all the souls soaring above me on 747s, in hospital beds, in cars on dark highways, hoping for nothing more than safe passage home.
Aaaaaahhhhh. Thank you.
Yes. Always. Flinging prayers out far and wide. Absolutely.