late tonight
I have turned down the lights
my room is fairly dark
illuminated solely
by the plasma TV
and I am in my chair
trying to be aware
of things beyond right here
so very much is waiting
I start my meditation
but cannot clear my mind
my thoughts drift everywhere
and I recite the Jesus prayer
in stumbling repetition
these words hang in the air
sin and weariness compete
to keep and hold me unaware
I need sleep and I need
to resolve my sin
at times I am devout and holy
at times I I am of the earth
all times I am simply human
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem