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Prayer
You are the only sustenance,
true,
that I have.
And in it, I need not
seek solace from myself
or others.
But I am so frightened.
The world brims over with
liquid greed and misdirection
and I pray for it all to evaporate
even if it means losing part of myself.
There is a collection of societal puddles
at my feet
steadily rising...
And what you ask of me
is so beautiful
I can't help but imagine
all other talents useless:
No greater art than Faith.
None simpler
yet I feel so hopelessly clueless.
I wish you'd place me
in a filthy manger
so I can mature
stranger to these daily trappings.
Lord, help me in mapping an escape.
I am fixated on this realm's walls
and your window pane is small
but by God it's there.
It's why I jot now
in this picnic air.
A family of ducks this moment
has encircled me in a grassy feast.
Flapped smiles so sweet.
Is this your answer to my prayer?
For I can't think it chance.
Proof of your ear, to say the least.
Thank you.
They have gone now
but the message is clear.
Yet another light
in one of too many
darkened rooms
has come on now.
This is the verse of a frightened child
unable to grab that extra mile
of verbosity and wit.
A poet handicapped
under you:
split in my decision
to make revisions to your wonder
or
just cry the inspiration...
