Morgan Michaels


Prayer - Poem by Morgan Michaels

A room, a window
freshly limed
a view of blue
a blur of vines

A chair, a bed
not hard or soft
a rose for dawn
a rose for dusk

A crust of bread
some wine to sleep
sunk in a well
to keep it cool

A garden throwing
pods of peas
to apple-growing
apple trees

Twig to fete
a little fire
a mind unfretted
by desire

The sun by day
by night the sea's
enormous breathing
in the breeze

Abiding health
a little wealth
abundant song
a whole life long

Lord, should you please
to grant me these
I shall praise you
all my days.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 20, 2013


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