A Prayer

I've forgotten how to pray.

As I have stopped to rest
On your shoulders,
I slept,
And dreamt of odd things
But never of You.
I listen hard
But hear only my voice.
Calling out
Hoping
That You'd save me one more time.

Have I slipped to far,
And grown too old?
Has my heart stopped loving,
As I know I've loved before?

Teach me how to hear.
Show me How to rest.
I'm too tired to figure things out on my own,
Too tired of being old.

Teach me to trust again,
To live again.

Teach me to love,
For I want to know,
how to love you best.

He was laughing again,
Because of me.

I saw him once among the stars,
Now he's with me.
Laughing,
And I, Loving; though I did not know it then.

I wanted to cry,
how I waited for this.

Should I embarass myself,
I would not care.
He'd laugh still.

How I longed for his laughter,
Though I know it's because I was foolish;
He never got tired of seeing me,
never got tired of listening.

And though he never kissed my lips,
he kissed my soul.

Aug 9: The Day They Left

I am crippled.
They carry me on their shoulders,
one by one.
They were kind
and funny;
and now I'm blind.
They read for me,
word per word.
They were patient
and polite;
Now I am deaf.
They guide my touch
inch per inch.
They were soft
though at times crude.

And now i'm grown;
too heavy to be carried around,
too deaf to be read upon,
too dumb to be guided.