My prayer is what I do all day
And think, and say
I am a stream of dark and light
With breath, I pay
For suns bright ray
And starry night.
My dreams are when in sleep I lay
I fly away
To find a string of visions bright
In faith, I stay
With hope I may
See truth alight.
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I really like this poem very much. It runs parallel to, not against nor into, life, human hope, and even in a sense human lack of hope. Minimalist honesty. Echoes of Something deeper going on. Great poem Patti.