a childish prayer…

a childish prayer

if i
should die
before
i wake
i hope
that love
has been
my fate
that arms
at night
have held
me tight
that love’s
pure light
has warmed
life’s night
and more
than this
i pray
that love
has found
its way
from god
above

i beseech thee..

i beseech thee

great bird
holding up
the sky
smile upon
the dead
lift their spirits
with you
into the sky
so that god
might grasp
their hand
and pull them
from this misery
called earth
blend them
with the stars
so they might
light the way
for those
left behind

in the final stage…

ficus2

bapa dola
said
hate and anger
are
like
ficus seeds
perhaps
embedded
at first
with righteousness
but
if not
removed
by hands
of forgiveness
in prayer
their roots
soon reach
down into
the very soil
of the soul
and
upward
into the canopy
of the mind
blocking
all light
of reason
in time
strangling all
that was
or
could be
leaving
only
a hollow core

make it right..

make it right

aunt bea
said
i’ve never
quite
understood why
some folks pray
so loud
including
some pastors
i’ve know
but
my point is
if you
are with god
then
god is with you
so
you needn’t pray
but
have
as they say
a little talk