I am grateful for butt-call prayers,
which, if I want to be honest,
some days are most of them.
So many times I am ambushed by beauty.
I spiritually scramble for the caring word,
or ask God to shut my mouth,
before I say the wrong one,
or to make a miracle
so that it could be retroactive.
I pray for a blessing, a healing, a hope,
a help, help, help,
suddenly desperately needed,
also, just as urgent, a need to tell
all my contacts,
this is not spam – I just love you all.
God, I am so deeply grateful
for every butt-call prayer.