The Request
Please, God,
Make me a stone
So I can drop
Into the river and be worn
Away
Please god,
Make me a birch tree
So tall and shady
Made strong out of paperthin layers
My body will be a home
When I die
Please god make me the road
And let me bring all the sad ones
To safety
Please, God
Make me the words
Spoken between Lovers
Soft and sweet and temporary
Like a breeze in the
Window
Please, God,
Make me into a fire
Useful and bright
Helpful and dangerous
until I am lovingly
Put to rest
Please, God, you've never been real
Before
But maybe this time
You will become so,
And so will I
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