The Place Where God Already Is
Brandon Cook
"Listen to the rain, we have so few nights to enjoy rain,”
I said, lying in bed with my wife, having read a book about how Christianity is subversive,
and that we should use cloth diapers on our babies and shop only at co-ops
And maybe this is true, or some of it,
But I had no energy for the imagination of it
Not even guilt, just too tired to try anything but listening to the rain
When my wife said,
“You know what I pray when I dance?”
All my thoughts hid from her, “No,” I said. “What?”
“Lord, give me this dance. Give me this one dance.”
I squeezed her leg, because it made sense to me
Somehow, the mystery is:
All we do is enter into the place where God already is
the dance, the rain, the tired bed