Where does a prayer end? Does it drop like a tear
Into the dirt and there dissolve in mud
Or like a vapor rise and fade into thin air?
Let it run like a river of air where choler
Will push or pull the muse’s mood
For prayer is semi-divine, the illicit talk
Of a Lover God and the Beloved.
Like love it is born unbidden,
Torn from tongues and shaken from souls;
The utterance a confession of faith
In what we know not.
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