Vayeshev: Torah and couture
Jewish With Feeling

On-call prayer

Help me be present tonight
without fear or expectation.
Help me release the baggage
of my week, freeing
my shoulders.

Help me fold my ego gently
and tuck it in a drawer
where it will be safe
and unobtrusive.
Ride in my pocket, God.

Don't give me more
than I can handle.
Don't take it personally
when I crave excitement,
then change my mind.

Shelter this ship
through the longest night.
Remove the sorrows
of sailors and passengers.
Help us reach the dawn.

Edited to add: this poem appears in my latest chapbook of poems, chaplainbook, which can be found online here.

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