Tiny Prayers

Because messengers of the Heart have gone

poets of the Real have gone, Lovers have gone

someone humble as I now dares to speak

of subtleties of love and much I do not understand

Because people have labeled pure greed as sense

called self-worship sense, labeled status as sense

my poems are from a world removed from reason

from the clarity of a sky insanely blue

Because those craving living have of life despaired

the poor have despaired, the meek have despaired

I have chosen to turn my face to the glorious Sun

and if light now shines within me, it shines for you

Because there is no way to reach a distant soul

to embrace a soul, to caress a soul,

I dip my poems in an ink of prayer and love

breathing visions of joy deep into your life