My Prayer

My Prayer

Hear me, Sovereign!

Guide me with Your gentle grace

Through this surreal world.

So bold are the raw sentiments of Your masterpiece.

Wildly thrown into an empty life

And expected to fill it simply with

Impressive strokes of my own creation. 

The movement of time will claim me

And turn me into a dusty miasma.

And all that will be left is a

Silhouette of existence.

You left a monument.

Infuse me with Your passion

So that I may sing to Your glory

In vivid, pure tones.

Amen.


Written circa early 2009