Maybe prayer is…

rose lit by faded sun

Photo: C. Riker

Maybe prayer is in the ordinary
the soul’s scent of unmade beds
a shawl shouldered by dawn
green tea’s steam and
fired tainted sunsets

Maybe the sound of prayer is
wings of feathered flight
leafy flags in sentient breeze and
wave soaked sandy beaches

Maybe the heart of prayer is
the holy of music’s heal
the full lip of a leaf
rose sunlit by
dotted cloud stained sky and
branch held lace capped faded seeds

Maybe the soul of prayer is
parchment’s final turned page
of death’s exhale
a wiped sleeve heavy of tears and
life’s map seen in eye creases

Maybe prayer is all,
seen and unseen
felt in the knowing
we are connected and
pressed into earth’s knees.

(Debut book of poetry and prose, Autumn 2016)


About Carolyn Riker

A creative explorer using the magic of imagination, surfing the sea of understanding and finding bridges to connect it all.
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