Prayer For a Guide

(Part of a series begun in ‘Poems’)


Angel, you've seen it in my eyes:

All the things that you despise,

Lightning flash of change out here,

Casting life in a cloak so drear.

All my thoughts that vary now,

Once were clear, but, indeed, how

Could they be so amongst it all?

It seems I’ve dressed in darker pall;

Hand me a light to guide me home,

And a rope to no longer roam;

If I’m chained against my will,

Perhaps I won’t be able to feel.

If in doubt, I’ll close my eyes;

That, at least, is a guise,

In case I stray where I shouldn’t be,

It must be best if I’m not free.

The End

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