Prayers: Notes of an Online Journal

”Prayers”


Another night’s pall of velvet veils
settles and finds me out,
apologetically.

Always startles, in its gentle,
misty whispered gasp, and
downcast hollowness.

Breaking into my thoughts as I
say my evening prayers, to
find I’ve gone quiet.

The mantle clock needs winding.

I think of my guest as a ‘she’,
that timidly drifts and hovers,
listening at my shoulder.

She’s curious and,
like me, she’s lonely.

Her sadness is palpable,
and so is mine.

Sad.
Sad for each other.

This midnight gossamer ‘she’
who wants to know,
drawing in a deeper nightfall
all around,
as is her presence
while it lasts.

I can feel her now.
A chill, seeking warmth
where there is little I can offer,
from the draft
that creeps low
along the floorboards.

Another visitor.
As lost as the night.
She will float over my bed
as I coil under the covers,
and forget
that I forgot
to finish.

                     .Amen.




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