Prayer

My eyes look out a child and I see not how my face would look in a mirror silence after storms of a dry days curtain falls to night kidsfed honeless fed drywall and wood lumber and paint tenants fears markets small victories and the body circles the resevoir listening to rilke I feel tears as I expand into the no thought and I grab onto the most immediate emotion that carries message i can share "depth" and im drawn away. Further ahead lies another consciousness tommorow another day substain me - as i praise you and i sing a new mantra i know all things work together for your good. i bow my head : humble servant - grace holds me now Lord I am not worthy that I should come over your roof, say the word and my soul shall be healed. (mtw)