Apr 05 | Barefoot Prayer (poem)

Lord, it is night

 

Lord it is night and I

am open.

 

Stars veil sky

jasper clearing set in pine

shines.

Shadows grow up, stretch

their limbs like water.

 

I am witness to dark

a mirror Magdalene

 

My cold

feet

my bare

soul.

 

My wild

God

 

do not let me go.