Prayer

We are pilgrims,

We have come a long way
To kneel our burdens
before these shrines
where hope glitters
framed in golden temples.

We pray,

We pray for redemption
We pray for someone
to please come save us
to please come love us
Love our bodies
Love our land
Love our castles
Made of sand.

And still,

The only prayer that matters
Is the song of the mockingbird
Sheltered by a willow tree
kneeled above the water
where the sky bends over
to pour it's tears of grace.

This prayer,

Is the whisper of the heart
fierce and silent like the wind
Is the fire in the belly
the ocean of breath
Is the song that makes the body dance
all the love sheltered in these pilgrim bones.