Prayer

For all the words I rehearsed
and never spoke.

For the yeses I was too afraid to utter.
For the strength to say no when appropriate.

For the woman
who resembles Delphi incarnate.

For my confidence a loving god
embraces my abusive parents in heaven.

For the quiet I locate inside me
when I sit among trees.

For the words that form poems
that originate in that un-thinking somewhere.

For the angels I spy and interact with
whether real or not.

For that sense that the answer is always there
if I learn to open up enough to receive it.

copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney

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