If You are real, then be real here.
Not just in silence or stars,
but in the breath I struggle to catch,
in the needs I cannot transcend,
in the weight that does not lift.

I do not ask to be spared the burden.
I ask that You shoulder it with me.
That You lift my body as You lift my soul.
That Your holiness become a presence I can lean on,
when I can no longer rise on my own.

Let Your compassion take form—
in rest that finds me,
in paths that open,
in help that arrives before the breaking point.

Meet me where I am.
In the ache. In the uncertainty.
In this fragile, sacred life.
In the mess. In the ache.
In the daily struggle.

In this world.
Meet me… as me.