My Prayer, Make Me You Poem by Sujit Sinha

Make me You,

Today I dreamt
not when I was exactly asleep
In the isthmus between alert wakefulness and dead slumber

I dreamt that I stood
Pressed back in a niche
on the steep slope of a treacherous hill
And steel automated doors slid
Cramming me within

Oh Lord! what horrors you have!
Life worse than peaceful death
Death that is seductive like a dream
And life sans dream
A nightmare ruled from Hell

Between the living and the dead
Is You.

Oh Lord take us in your wings
Take me with You and You become Me
And I You.

Amen