Untitled Prayer from Yesterday
Never until this instance have I ever seen.
The delicate candle-lighted wreath and ribbons
On the black wick,
tickles the flame and offers a new trick;
And thereupon silence my tongue does pick
Remembrance, yes; recollection, yes:
Poignant thought about gibbons.
A prayer within my heart, smitten, content does grow.
Nurtured by goodness, kindness, holiness,
And when at last I did approach charity,
Faith provided a glimpse of truth and solidarity,
And my heart did yearn for the familiarity
Within quiet marble places; smitten silent
Waiting, wanting to learn something new, something true.
Why do your eyes look upon my ears?
What can you see within my desperation?
Do you feel my prayers?
Am I content with my cares
What is there but what each of us shares,
In reverent imaging and candle light,
A moment of talk, a moment of quiet.
The sweetest love does approach with each breath here
Words chanted gently, almost in unison linger
With a vanquishing power of tender deliquesce
Or heavenly loveliness,
Merely announcing the beauty of holiness
Among the harmonies of hope and good cheer
Faith makes each believer a true singer.
But why should you kneel down before your Father
And start--with sounds, then words, then sentences--
Simply praying
That any day could bring
or inspire the goodness of anything
Beauty requires prayer,
And prayer does make us wonder, does make us fonder
of our Father.
Now the candle light does stand guard;
The silence does surround, comfort me,
Within the stump speeches in my mind,
A wish for humility to bind,
all the goodness, kindness that the prayers may find,
within my body, heart, and soul with holiness as my guard
as I journey, as I yearn, as I pray.
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