Prayer #1

 

Elohim

they whisper invoking the name of the unseen.

All things answer and vibrate, manifest the internal dance that brings the child from succor

to falling away,

all my prayers are dependent on you just

picking up the phone.

 

Elohim,

through the wires,

it rings and rings

echoing out,

cracking my eternity.

Peanut brittle love 

has no bearing on the holy writ

of fate.

 

The garden is closed,

please deposit 10 cents for an additional

three minutes,

I know she's there

under the tree of knowledge

waiting for a smooth serpent.

 

Elohim

make her dance

or take away that part of me

that aches for her voice,

strike my heart mute

that i may never speak her name again,

and only yours,

Elohim.

Reviews

[Syndra Lynn]

this one hits home! the last verse is particularly poignant. Brilliant.