Sunday Prayer

I know it’s against the rules to want this but I hope, more than anything, that it all works out the way I want it to.  I hope we all end up being fine forever and that all of us, especially the surviving-trying ones, remain bathed in a protective bright glowy light that enables us to find our way, unscathed.

I know I should just work on surrender.  I know I should work on letting go.

But I can never help it.  I always just end up wanting me and my true and only ones to be perpetually safe and protected and far, far, far away from everything and anyone that would possibly put us in the path of harm’s way, that would have any of us endure anything other than being always and forever 100% safe.

Yours In Bright Nightlights,
Belinda Be Careful

9 Comments on "Sunday Prayer"

  1. Twenty years ago a friend talked me through some paranoia by telling me that of all the people in the world the odds of something bad happening to ME on that day were very small.
    I still think of that whenever I need it.

  2. The Zadge says:

    So I didn’t get to see the Super Moon last night, but I feel surrounded by light every time I read your amazingly creative (and fucking hilarious) words. Thank you Super Mooncake.

  3. I’m with you. That’s just what I want. And nothing else.

  4. The Farmer says:

    You are a Super Mooncake.

    The Mayor knows.

  5. Dear Belinda, thanks for echoing my dreams. I always want everyone to be in the safe cozy light.

  6. Cupcake Murphy says:

    We always thought how lucky we were before my dad got sick and then, now, we think we’re lucky—we’re lucky just to be here—and we start the hoping game again that we all stay safe.