Stir my soul,

Stir my soul,
my God, let your spirit
cover me,
wake me,
for now I fall asleep dreaming of you
only to wake bleary, and forgetful.
Send your Spirit to rest
beneath me,
beside me,
like the small child who climbs,
crawls, creates his own space
and sits atop my hip, triumphant,
as I lie resting on my side at midday;
he nudges me with his whole body,
rocks me with his bouncing,
laughs to me when I open my eyes.
Stir my soul, Lord, like that –
boundless, persistent, desperate, joyful,
for I fall asleep dreaming of you
only to wake bleary and forgetful.