Sunday, January 25, 2015

Threshold of Prayer


Something in tomorrow
Will round the corner for me.
I have prayed as sleep
Tugged at the eyelids.
The list of Father please
Yielded to the
List of Father thanks
And Father come
And Father mine
And Father Wow.
Until you lovingly
Touched the back of my head
And stopped my words.
“Enough Son” that touch had meant
And I swam into another realm
Of blues and greens
And waving verdure.
And small coloured fish
Problem free.
A “Son” knowing rock-bottom
The journey is safe
The morning has its new glow.

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