Streaming Prayers into Birth
Sitting at the altar waiting for poems,
Random thoughts; fleeting clouds,
Images reflecting on the mirror of the soul,
Words perched on limbs of inspired trees
Take flight as snow kicks up from breeze.
May they stay; their song, my meter!
Ice freezes their tunes in the thin air of the breath.
Limbs crack in frost under tired sun.
Stillness is ice burning the skin.
The mind is numb till spring thaw.
The altar beckons; the soul fights sleep
In sheer white light,
Where I wander, seeking novas
Streaming prayers into birth.
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