prayer

I realize as I wait for the sunrise, the depths of grief, for one minute there 
is it, 
Grief in judging  good and bad as its all we know, the form we are attached to ?   
and there is good and bad, we say- yet good doesn't become evil- a divided house 
is not a house of thieves, , just a house divided

And can the deer teach the turtle its swiftness , they are both loved equally by 
god, who relieves himself 
 how
To us all 
we can not know 
But can a mouth speaking to defile find the words of his heart-

isn't it only oneself who hears the words spoken from within...

And is that love-

Dear lord,
Keep me in grateful
Do not turn ur gaze from me
As evil is strong around me. I am david crying for your eyes to look upon me so 
I may be only in repentance...

Bear your fruits, grateful, thru me,
in  seeking the blessing they offer in the giving,

Thank u for  I also see the roots of the tree which also seek in receiving the 
water and this also is a growing.....

Oh lord let me be the watering and the fruits for ur love  is sweet and 
sorrowful- ...

Amen-