Prayer

Prayer

Let what I feel fill me, but not consume me

Let me follow what I feel, but not be forced

Let me become the kind of soul 

Who never clings to hard

Who lets go and yet loves

Let me imagine better worlds, 

Yet work in this one

Let me touch and treasure, even people I can never hold

And let me learn from all my losses

Let me out, and let me in

Let me see, and let me be

A window, maybe broken, 

But through which, 

A bit of air and sunlight comes.

--Jack Veasey