by Taylor Leonhardt
This morning you sat right next to me
Took all the space out of the bench.
Closed the distance I’d left between us.
You didn’t know —
You just wanted to be near me
And to hear what I was saying in a noisy restaurant —
But for me, it was prayer.
If praying is reaching out for something beyond sight,
If it is holding silence too delicious to break,
If it is even asking for a miracle,
Then tell me if there is a movement more sacred than the way you
Scoop up my words in your hands like they might quench your thirst.
About the Author: Taylor Leonhardt
Taylor is an absolute gem, and if you know her, you have been the recipient of her deep love, loyalty, encouragement, and inclusiveness. She has a super-power with words in both writing and music to create gorgeous imagery and storylines, and I’m so glad she shared this treasure of a poem with us to kick off our Kindreds Series! She is a full-time musician based in Raleigh, NC, traveling all over sharing and blessing others with her amazing original songs and breathtaking voice! Taylor also co-leads at the bi-weekly Raleigh gathering of worship called Feast & Feast and also leads worship at Church on Morgan.