Prayer

The world and its beauty gone I kneel in prayer with only dawn: A wift of snow, a little flake Settled still on a palm to wait And there melt into a little lake Moving from a cold solid state And next to see the palm dry And so the sudden blue of sky Me or my words I cannot tell I only breathe until will retires And His purpose takes control For heavenly things hope aspires For better meaning of the soul. Faith brings me where I kneel Before His awesome greater love And then to wait and next to feel Unsinged and quivering, a dove Of peace, a certainty of calm sight A sudden bloom of inward light All this opens the door that is me And in a grain of sand I blinded see The presence of truth and eternity. A snowflake is but a whisp of me, My prayer is the melting of the soul The music of a primal lute The submission of daily control The gentle rain upon the hungry root.