prayer

i drive into the forrest of buildings
and desperately i whisper Your name
the beauty of all You've created surrounds me
but i go indoors through a dark parking lot
and a crowded elevator
to the desk they've said is mine
for work that is irrelevant to eternity

how i need You to breathe into the pointlessness of my life

beautiful Jesus, there i see You
and even there i hear Your heartbeat
You whisper to me of Your love
for those at the desks i pass to get to my own
and in the memos, calls and meetings
i know that even here, in the dullness of this survival
You have made light in the darkness, beauty for ashes,
healing for sickness, water in the desert, praise for despair,
peace in the storm, comfort in the aching, joy for the crying.

somehow You have made all things beautiful
even 9 to 5