To pray to no one
Beautiful eyes that shine like stars,
A warmth inside the darkest of caves, to be taken to the furthest star.
To ride the starlit waves and pray to no one.
If there is nothing on the other side,
If darkness presses where we imagine otherworldly life,
If the stars that shine onto the sea,
The eye of the moon, the soft grass licking at my feet,
Have no maker, no benevolent mind working behind the scenes.
Where, oh where, does this feeling originate.
Wanting to know there is something, covering the flowers in their translucent silk
In the early morning, bursting into flames at the sunset,
That oneness with the natural world we all feel at this time.
Something protecting it all from harm.
Where does this feeling come from? The heart, the senses, enchanted.
Flying high above the evil and seeing what is under the black paint,
Silhouetted at first but then uncovered in its ethereal exquisite fullness.
Flying high above and seeing the world as a bird does, beautiful and without pain,
The sun rises, the sun sets, the moon watches over all in between.
This can’t be just a fluke.
There has to be something up there that chases the clouds away and sows the seeds of enchantment.
Live, dream, wish that we pray and someone listens. |
Submission Name: To pray to no one
