The unheard prayer
In silence I recall all regret
and set these free
For they bare the chains of my jailors,
and the scars that still bleed.
I walk beside
A path, without fear
and bathe in the river
that masks the drawing of memories near,
I am not afraid;
I know I stand with thee
And thou art my light
that any darkness would be unmade.
I listen amidst the gales
for your whisper,
I push against worldly forces
to find you, standing there -
You had never left
But there were those that blinded me
Or I myself
As I found me bereft.
I thank thee
For morn to rise
And light to fade
For the somberness 'tween
Of lives such as mine,
that I would ne'er meet.