Evening Prayer
The mirror turns and how it burns
to have to say I did not walk
your way but stayed instead
inside my head and safely bound
by words - holy ground turned coldly
bare. I stare, but only moments.
There! A spark – that sputtered near to
death has birthed anew Your fire.
Refine my heart, arouse my soul to sing and then,
tug strong the acts of love – long lost amid
the fog of wandering, word-wizened.
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