Understanding

Bearded knowing, old men in dark rooms sit like grandmothers knitting words, turning over thoughts, as if the pages of their scrolls held all the secrets of the universe. Young, I watched you gasping, as if for breath, focussed prescience, knowing I might speak, calling me to come. Now here I am, filling in the crevices of time; reaching with hungry lust, for libraries long gone; lost robes of mystery and symbol......Where are you now that .......................I have will and mind to find you out? I feel, slow unravelling, your ghost presence holding still; aged; nodding heads that say .......................not yet, but soon.

Prayer

Most gracious God I pray you, that My feet may stay Firm, rooted to the earth's rich soil; And all my days I dedicate to you, may, In abundance, stand A tree of life, as witness Bearing seed, and fruit To serve a mighty love; Drawing close to you, In richest plenty spread. Lead me through those Dark, untrodden ways, Your light my torch, And in my supplication Hear the distant cry Of lost humanity. We are but dust, No more; yet Within us shines A richer glow, that Comes from you. Lead me, Lord, that I Might find that Which is within myself Most you.

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