God, I humbly pray this be the day
that changes the winds of my life
Like a shift of fortune to see
love’s kiss upon my brow
I offer this courage in the face of
fear to dare leap for love’s embrace
I shed my possessions that weigh my
legs like anchored grief
I cast this lead out of my life; I
give these towers and screen to Jason
I offer my brethren my treasury and
empathetic tone
I care not if the nightingale repays
her note in legal tender
I have saved so great a love to dare
write this offering
If not her as these years reflect
how am I to see you Lord?
If her and I were not made in this
universe as kindred souls,
I am truly lost and cast my being at
your mercy
For I know not; I know not
I have made my pleads beyond her
tempered patience
To cry into the barbed field of her
sanctuary
To speak as if there is this woman
praying inside her for me to not abandon hope
God only you know; I pray her read
my scroll and dare claim this current
Ride this with me into the undefined
darkness and grow wings with me
These strangers come to bid my
abode, my yoga to meditate my intention
The walks of the Quarter brick to
say this tale of crow and owl
For her to call to me to wish to fly
back into my midnights soft
How I pray; how I pray; to hope a
poet’s soul returned
For she has it like the button in
her nest as my faith’s collect
I dare say, how I say, God let this
be the day
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