prayer

A ferverent prayer
rises up to heaven
on the wings of holy tears.
Midst the "O, God"'s
and stumbled words
a heart cries out in all its fears
The soul lifts up
self-concious no more
all strength, power, will lifted in prayer.
Eyes shut tight
parched soul yearning for
just one drop of grace
not for self,
or selfish love
but rather for a beloved friend.

copyright 1997 Kendra Morris