Prayer Beating Against The Sky

Let my mouth
make no speeches,

Let my words
have their letters burn,

Let the smoke ascend
to the heights 
to be scattered
by the winds,

Let the ashes
fall where God wills,

Let all prayer
be heard, balanced,
judged, then redeemed,

Let God knowing
the stories, cry,

Let God let
love alone.

Published in Medicinal Purposes