who knew it was a prayer?

From the old journals

I want to be needed, wanted, protected

I want to feel passion.

I want to love with my whole heart.

I want to know without doubt

that there is someone out there

who things I am the sunshine to all his rainy days.

I want to be held in safe arms

when it's dark and I am afraid.

I want strong fingers 

to wipe my tears when they fall.

When I am cold I want his heat,

When I am hurt I want his worry

When I laugh I want his joy

When I dream I want his faith.

I want his gentle fingers

to touch my cheek in the morning

with a smile in his eyes

I want him to wake me.

I want to be free

to be myself and to be loved anyway.

I want to know that despite it all

he will not leave.

I looked back on this particular poem and I can remember exactly where I was, what I was thinking about and how I was feeling. It's actually quite a beautiful memory. I was sitting in the glasshouse, high up on the castle wall, looking out over the Austrian Alps with snow capped mountains, a fire was going so I was nice and warm and I had a glass of nice red wine. I didn't know it then, but this poem was being heard as I wrote it. As it turns out, God heard me and he gave me everything I wanted, everything I dreamed of in this poem. I didn't know it then, but this was a prayer and he answered it. I serve a God who hears me even when I am not talking directly to him... :)