My Prayer

What will it take for you too see? What will it take for you to answer me? I walked in the glade Tall grass waving so melancholy Musical notes I plucked from every blade Eolus conducts the orchestra Teaching my children diction Adhere the pitch, gentle as we go Discipline and dynamics Do not drag , do not rush the note And then they were ready Plucking and stroking Ascending and descending Philharmonically I closed my eyes I raised my arms enraptured The call went out to every mortal Everything that has breath Roots and rocks vibrate the atoms My gentlest persuasion could not move you What will it take - talk to me All these years and all my imploring You remain deaf to me Am I not a participant... not Holy? Not in sadness of contrition Nor in joy of butterflies The call of a moose The majesty of an elephant Etched against the golden African sky The power of a rhino Eagle circling on the thermals The cunning of the jackall Nor the cruelty of the hyena My calls come in threes Beyond these walls Gliding and meandering Into fissures and crannies Into gutters and sewers And into eddies and streams Accellerate into rapids Come crashing over waterfalls Down a mighty river Untill it became my hand A delta with seperate fingers Finally I gave you back to the sea There I sit in the sundown Hoping still..saying goodbye The parts where you could not read Is where salty drops smudged the ink Blotting out your name - I think