Prayer

 

The night is my friend.

I grasp it with my heart,

Hold it with my mind,

Feel it within my body.

I can see the light

And understand the way

It allows the weak to fall

And teaches common folk to pray.

But I am not common.

I don’t know how to pray.

The light is specific.

The dark is sublime.

I will cherish the dark

Where freedom waits for me.