iced coffee hot kitchen

prayed somewhere I've never prayed before

tears from my eyes
for all that we want and long for

a young momma
just wants
her house to stay clean
perhaps for a moment
to step back and admire
before her littles mess once more

a young man
just wants
to reach out and grasp
his life long dream
the very next step along the way
instead he graciously accepts disappointment

and two old women
one just wants
what's so common
to know the eyes
and the smiles
of grand littles
so far away
to hold them till arms are full
and
and the other
'to go peacefully in her sleep
 at home in her bed
 with loved ones there to surround'

death and dreams, desires, disappointments

and I hear the words of my wise young son
who somehow knows already

"peace is the result of retraining your mind
  to process life as it is
  rather than as you think it should be"

as I kneel on my kitchen counter and pray