Prayer flags hang over our doorway,
over our table, over us.
They don’t wave far above us in the wind,
But they flicker wildly in my heart,
tabernacle candles announcing Christ’s presence,
St. Joseph votives streaming to God unceasing.
My scrawled hand, the babies’ scribbles, and our guests’ script
decorate those paper flags
and they haven’t changed since Eastertide a year ago.
The arching twine is filled with petition, praise, thanksgiving,
with begging, confidence, joy, and love,
and those flags wait, and they do not cease waiting ~
they are all unanswered, even the answered ones.