Prayer, 19 December 2018

grant me or may i grant myself
respite in a moment
and in that moment’s play
come toward knowing
some in all
enough so that i may give it freely
a special sort of key
that doesn’t have to open
any claim at all

a smile without a reason
scent of roses in the street
shine on a muddy puddle
kindness in an argument
faith when faced with hardness
those green eyes once encountered
the smell of a day as it is born