Invocation for May

A poem & letter of sorts

Dear God,

Please let May be slow and sweet and soft. Like two swans drifting along a lily-covered lake, unsure where this stream leads, lost in the slow-flowing current of afternoon. Lily pads, flowers beginning to bloom—like Monet’s garden. Yes, let time stand still, let me stroll across the olive bridge, let clouds envelop the day. Paint them as you wish; let me fall into swirls of cotton candy rippling the dawn-kissed sky. Let me roll in a soft bed of grass, find love on a lonely hill—oh, Lord, give me time. Help me breathe deeply, savor the sweet taste of the air right now; cricket songs carried on the hush of evening, the notes of a sprightly piano, the whining violin missing its lover. Help me to exhale from deep behind my ribs; pray I may become part of this night breeze. God, let May course through my veins; seedlings blooming through the cracks of my palms. Let May be so deeply in me as I in it, so I do not blink and miss a moment more. For I have loved you ever since I’ve known you—I wish only to savor the light of your day. Let it start with May.