The Prayer
I, emptied vessel, denying needs, am filled
Then poured out again
From trembling lips fearful of new vacancy
And fearful to hear
What I shall see and become.
Not this, not this, the presence in your presence posed
But what I am since eternity
What always I was, and still remain to be
The perfect image of perfect trinity
In mass-less singularity.
I speak them all
Not like things to come
But the unveiling of yesterday
In today's eternity.
Let me breathe
For you, and you, and you
What was poured into me
And for things promised
The vision that complete love's holiness
The sum of every beginning
In the single end.
Let me breathe this wholeness
Like a saga told of what is to come
My own life a butterfly
Reconquering the cocoon.
Prayer is only a beating heart
Becoming words
In the reflection of water,
In the straightening of light.
Pray that the sun
Will not drink the pond dry
And the clouds will not blind the ray
And that my heart may be a door
To the temple of my soul.
Pray that we be one
Strain of melody tolling glory.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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