God, all of their names
are written on your hands,
not just in a ziploc bag in their pockets.
We pray for those who are evacuated –
for their fears of the virus
in the closeness of shelters
and their anxiety about home.
We pray for those who chose not to leave
and must wait for any assistance.
We pray for those who care for the injured,
rescue those in danger,
worry about friends and family,
begin to wonder about re-building.
We pray for those who still shake
at the memory of Katrina, fifteen years ago.
in wind and storm surge, you are there.
In hotel rooms and gyms, you are there.
In prayers promised, funds given,
brave responders now and those who stay,
even when the news moves on, you are there.
In power outages, you are light.
In the hurricane’s eye,
you dry our tears.
And in the bottom of every pocket
your love is found. amen