A Writer's Prayer

(Here's something I've been working on;  I hope that you like it!)



Spirit within, embrace all that I am.
Direct my thoughts, speak to me in this space
that I may have the words to enter the heart,
delight, inspire, or open the world,
and feel the grace.

Hear me, oh my soul.
Let the drums beat the heartsong for me to say.
Give me wings to fly above the clouds to look,
where I may gaze back, in night or light of day,
down to the rolling sea, swelling and pulsing,
and to the slow-flowing river and the singing brook.

Find my way upstream to the bank where the wise one sits
watching his thoughts skim in and out.
Or I'll slide down sunbeams, point my pony for the sunset,
then turn my attention about.

With the eagle, I'll swoop and soar,
feel the sunlight on my face, the breath of life in my hair,
and then sky-dance in the moonlight.
I'll back-kick through thunder, twist and roll in your wind.
Then return again to where the mighty oaks bend.

Let me bask in no limits, no fear of the storm.
If you'll let me stretch back,
find the sunlight once more.
That I may breathe in sweet pine, languid fields of soft grass,
and watch bees buzzing as I secretly pass.

Make me an earth explorer:
I'll shrink to a child's secret fairy
to wriggle into the warm soil, find seeds with promise,
and hidden gems I'll carry.
I'll wink and swirl among creatures at play
in lucent white sand or claret red clay.

I'll travel where few have thought to go,
and calling forth songs of my heart,
up to the tops of mountains to start
to join my voice with heaven that sings.
If you'd give me fins, feathers, or wings,
to birth in this life more magical things.