I Was Never Able To Pray

I Was Never Able To Pray
by Edward Hirsch
Wheel me down to the shore
where the lighthouse was abandoned
and the moon tolls in the rafters.
Let me hear the wind paging through the trees
and see the stars flaring out, one by one,
like the forgotten faces of the dead.
I was never able to pray,
but let me inscribe my name
in the book of waves
and then stare into the dome
of a sky that never ends
and see my voice sail into the night.

0 thoughts on “I Was Never Able To Pray

  1. Funny how so much can happen in calm moments. When we look, listen, feel–we awaken. Nicely expressed sentiments here–well done. thx for sharing.

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