A Prayer

I gave them names when crosses died Inserted praise where ours stood I chose their tales and raptured souls And braised a sin in toil for lost breath, I matched those fables to untold restrain Relined the thoughts to rhythm yet unwilled I floated a grin atop despair I dragged a sight and restored my will... I staggered words abreast of harm Rejoined them true to wasted time We sipped from chance's rented guile We called it back to slay the borrowed us Of sails and winds these waves shall stream Of tales and souls our dreams shall weave Inside the broken stilts we still rely on prayer's woken guilt