Sunday, February 5, 2017

Great Lakes Prayer Four


I wring out my sorrow
like fresh water tears into the lake
from the mines of my heart.
My notions of catharsis are repetitive.

As the seasons change,
my hair fades to grey;
I sit by the draped window
of my lake house.

I am Listener,
and those who notice I care
are my friends,
they receive the outpouring.

I will implore the Prophet
to pour out
the wine of the presence,
that we might be filled anew.

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