I will be using words,
and some of them will be verbs.
Inspire them all, God, but especially the verbs.
Hover over them.
Speak them into existence.
Breathe into them the breath of life.
All my verbs come from you.
You are my “is.”
My “see,” my “know.”
You are my “laugh” and “cry,”
my “wake” and “sleep,”
“shiver” and “sweat,”
“think” and “speak,”
“jump” and “skip” and “dance” and “bounce.”
There is not an action in my day,
a movement of my bones,
a breath in my breast
or a word on my tongue
that does not come from you.
Let it be consciously so in my writing today.
And at the end of my day, with the final word on the page,
pronounce it good, in Jesus’ name, amen.