tiny prayers

Because messengers of the Heart have gone
poets of the Real have gone, Lovers have gone
someone humble as I now dares to speak
of subtleties of love and much I do not understand

Because people have labeled pure greed as sense
called self-worship sense, labeled status as sense
my poems are from a world removed from reason
from the clarity of a sky insanely blue

Because those craving living have of life despaired
the poor have despaired, the meek have despaired
I have chosen to turn my face to the glorious Sun
and if light now shines within me, it shines for you

Because there is no way to reach a distant soul
to embrace a soul, to caress a soul,
I dip my poems in an ink of prayer and love
breathing visions of joy deep into your life

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