Random Prayers


The prayer of fire

Takes away the sound of the voice

And the sun itself becomes

A shadow

Of the Sons true light.


The motion of her prayers

Moves the treetops through the wind


Like fire in a grey sky – a prayer on the wind

We are captured by words and wonders

And we don’t know what the next day may bring

But I do know you are holding it firm.


I see winter creeping through the trees

I don’t hear your voice as frequently

The sparkle in your eye has started to grow to dim

The fullness of your voice has grown thin.


There is a sound coming from our

Imaginative souls

A sound of magnificent souls

We are walking out of the mirror of our lives

Into the meaning of the artist divine.

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