Prayer

The Muse has gone AWOL again, and most days I am staring at a blank sheet of paper. No choice, but to dig deep into my musty archives and I came out with something that I wrote eons ago, when I was young and poor and angry. A hopeful prayer, sort of.

I have made some minor editing to the original; corrected some tenses, delete a line here, add a line there..


Photo by El-Branden Brazil, used with permission
El-Branden is at The Mystic Traveller


Prayer


Help me, Goddess, to be the always hopeful
who has known countless failures
and will continue to endure,
who who thinks that nothing is impossible,
who believes that one day we will reach the stars.

Let me remember
that out of darkness, is light
that wild flowers can blossom
in poor soil after a cold night
that crab grass, though weak in frame
will not snap in a wind.

Leave me not
to be a lost man in a cold world
or like crippled fighters hopping back to base
like a prisoner counting his days.


31/08/76 to 01/09/76
revised 03/11/06
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