Fingertips
What is prayer?
Do we need a fingertip to feel
our inner God?
Perhaps a beautiful picture
of any sex of our choice?
To whom are we comminating with?
Some Greater Being
or to our own Greater Self?
Both are true,
though that truth maybe hidden from us.
If beautiful images
are all we desire to touch
then we are a fingertip
away from the One,
First we must become
our own beautiful answer,
our own prayer.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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