David Smalling Poet Senryu

I Am the Prayer

I am the prayer
On the altar begging fire
To make flesh spirit

Not on my knees, but
At this place that's called prayer
I wait for footsteps

To voice my journey
Where there's no sign nor border
Of separation

Not with wrenched phrases
The agony foolish, waits
Suddenly the still

Of will and motion
The surrender of feelings
To naked frailty

The wise longing pause
In vulnerability
Then through death to live

I am the prayer
That I bring unexpectant
Of all, but to wait.

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Lori Lucas Mcclure June 24, 2012 at 9:32 AM Great write! Lori

Steven Henderson June 23, 2012 at 6:31 PM Just read you poem Dave after my entry. Not sure if I captured it correctly but did my best. Peace and blessings my friend.

Rachele Taylor June 23, 2012 at 6:07 PM This is a great poem! Thanks for sharing this. I loved it!