Please God make me strong—please, God, make me brave.
By “strong” I mean steady, steadying, built deep into you.
Do I mean “beautiful”? Like roses in Mary’s hand or the nape of Sebastian’s neck—
like a golden feather, like a ship aflame.
Make me—make me. I am clay and would like to be bronze. I am dull and would like to be bright.
Polish my shadow until I am brilliant as night.
E. J. García is a priest in the Episcopal Church, part of the Anglican Communion. Her poems have been published by the Poetry Society of America as the chapbook Your Bright Hand, and in these pages. She lives and works in Boston.
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