On earth as it is in heaven

A lover's prayer.

I’ll play with his hair as I read him Dostoyevsky. I’ll peel oranges as the sun sets and look at him with my eyes colored of earth. I’ll run my fingers across the bridge of his nose like I did my dad. I’ll say his name with care it will remind him of his mom. When we fight, I’ll cry rivers. I pray he will be the river banks that guide me to follow the channel back to the sea of his arms again. When we kiss, let it be the father’s will, on earth as it is in heaven. I will ask him for expensive things, like tulips, and time and truth. I will buy him a tuxedo and pray no other girl ever takes it off him. When times are easy and we see beauty in each other, we’ll dance. And when times are hard and we start looking ugly to each other, we’ll know this is the test of love. It’s when we’ll no longer feel the butterflies in our stomachs but come to know there’s hunger to be filled instead. So, we’ll choose to stay and tend to the garden, to plant food and pluck weeds, to prepare meals and do the dishes. And we will make this choice over and over again, until I play with his grey hair as I read him Dostoyevsky, and he looks into my earth-colored eyes even as they fail behind copper framed glasses. Until we both fall asleep, our hearts dying out, from all the delight and the hard work of love. Let it be done on earth, as it is in heaven.

Amen!