God of soft and safe spaces
Thank you for our bed.
Thank you for the giggles in the morning
As I pretend to “make” my daughter’s into the blankets
Drawing the sheets over their heads.
Thank you for the whoops and shouts as it
Is used as a playground or trampoline
As “five little monkeys” jump, and fall,
And jump again.
Thank you for the dolls and stuffed animals
That get carefully lined up and then
Tucked ever so gently under the blanket because
The girls are playing doctor and their
“Babies” are “sick”
and that’s how you take care of
Something you love.
Thank you for the evenings when we sink
Into its warm embrace, a child nestled
In the crook of each arm.
Thank you for the plaid flannel sheets
That make me think of Maine,
For the fleece blanket that my mother made
Which carries within it the smell of
Incense and lavender that was burned
The night before.
Thank you for the safe space
Where my daughters are fed,
Where we say evening prayer,
Where we whisper “I love you”.
Thank you, O God, for this bed
That holds each one of us safely as we slumber
As if in Your own hand.
Thank you for this intimate space
That is big enough
For all of us.