contrite

 
I plea to the divine hear my prayer oh keepers of dreams
heal the inflicted soul
take the pain of the needy
in their lonely hours they feel alone
 
inside of the sacredness of life
let no shadows cross
I am but a channel of visions
I stir the mists and implore the breath of understanding
in this dire time forgive me my weaknesses
 
I seek to evolve in knowledge
the ache in this place seems unbearable at times
where in plundered vulnerability
we lie naked with our hurt
drawing our knees to our chests we wail
 
contrite of heart I ask
please spare those suffering
I feel death breathing at the door