Thread by @JohnnyRoedel

my love,

please wake up,

I know the sun
isn't up yet

but please come with me

I have a miracle that
I have to show you

bring a coat

but leave your shoes

I don't think the miracle
will happen unless you
can feel the wet
grass between
your toes

please wake up,

I know that it's hard
to get out of bed

but get up,
I found a miracle
that you need to see

I know that trust in me
has been a slippery
rail to hold on to

but get up,
I found a miracle
that you need to see

I know that I have
been the prophet of
doom of lately

but get up,
I found a miracle
that you need to see

I know that it can
feel like the angels
gave up on us

but get up,
get up get up get up

I discovered something
that changes everything

I know that I have
ruined so many things

but come with me
out into the night air

out onto our back lawn
and stand with me for a bit

okay okay okay
it's freezing
I know
it's so freezing

my love, braid your fingers
in mine as tightly as you can

can you feel that?

can you feel our pulses
match each others?

can you feel the synchronicity
growing between us?

like two vines wrapping
themselves together on a brick wall?

like two faraway stars combining
their fire to make a second dawn?

like two sets of lips
finding each other in the dark

like a two pieces of sacred
fabric being sewn together?

can you feel the moment yet?

I know it's cold
but please
just hold on a bit more

can you feel the
earth moving
under your pink toes?

I can too!

now if you become so very
still you
you'll notice the mantle
of time spinning us
together as if we are
cotton candy

can you feel the connection
mounting
between us?

now, look up into the uninterrupted
midnight sky and let your mind
wander into the garden of your
most delicious prayer

what is it?

what is it you want from this life?

think hard

go beyond money
go beyond a vacation
go beyond social status
go beyond your job
go beyond anything you will lose when you die

what is your deepest prayer?

mine is
to be understood
and to understand others

mine is to finally know
peace in my heart

what is yours?

my love,
you don't have to say it out loud
because I already know what it is

you want to be introduced
to hope again

you want to know that there
is something better coming

you are desperate to know

that peace is on it's way
that your fear is temporary
that the day of your rising is just about here
that your story will have meaning
that you will survive this suffering

I can feel your prayers
screaming to me
from under the skin
your knotted fingers
in mine

now, my love,
here comes the
most important part:

listen to me so carefully,
the miracle is coming
but first

put your deepest
and most delicious prayers
in your mouth

and breath in the cold air
all around them

let them become wrapped in
the night

hold them with your breath
let them become tied together
in the same way our hands are
right now

swirl the frozen air
with your most heartfelt prayers

let them be braided together like our fingers
let them be wrapped around each other like vines
let them be combined fire
let them be two lips finding each other in the dark
let them be pieces of sacred fabric sewn together

let them synchronize like our pulses are

the air and your prayers
are now bound to each other

everything you wish for
is mixed up with the held
breath in your mouth

they are one
they are connected
they are married

now breathe out

watch the frozen vapor
fog spill out from
the space between
your parted lips

watch as your cloud crawls
it's way up toward heaven

look at the shape of
the holy cloud
that you have made

no, my love,
it's not formless

it's the shape of promise
it's the shape of your heart
it's the shape of your purpose
it's the shape of your story
it's the shape of your survival
its the shape of a new day
it's the shape of a renewed fire
it's the shape of a God who is listening
it's the shape of mercy

it's the shape of letting go of all that burdens you
it's the shape of our love
it's the shape of this moment
it's the shape of your soul

watch as your prayer melts into
the sky

it's now part of the conversation
between you and the divine

it's in the record books

your prayer became your
signature in the beaming
Blank universe above

isn't that amazing?

your deepest prayer is alive
it's part of the story of time

you just turned your prayers into a cloud
that you can watch be lifted straight up into the ears of God

isn't that a miracle?

it means that as long as you can
pass air through your lungs
there is still hope

hope
and your
breath
are now one
and the same

every time
you breath: you hope

isn't that a miracle?

God is waiting to catch
all of our frozen prayers

isn't that a miracle?

now, before we
go back inside and
go back to bed

can I ask you something?

will you just stand here for another
moment and let me feel
your veins in your wrist
stir against mine?

I feel most alive
when I feel you

I feel most connected
when we are tangled

just like the
air and our prayers

together forever

floating
rising
into the deep
as one

then
can we watch the night sky for
a little while longer
so we can watch as
your prayers become
a new star?

I know it's cold
my love

but isn’t it all a miracle?

I know it’s cold, love,

but hope is warm

hope is so fucking warm