Pray

I'm whispering prayers to a nameless god,
Because I know that all the names are wrong,
It's like a lightning bolt etched into the sand,
It's like the voice of thunder trapped inside of a glass
Can you hear it cracking?

When useful names begin to lose your trust,
And written words are fading from their parchments into dust
I will sit beneath the stars and speak in tongues
I will raise my arms to heaven in the way that a child
Asks its mother to be lifted up again.

You are my only hope.

I'm whispering prayers to the names of God,
Because I know how all the names are wrong,
Just like the love that's spoken breathes flame into the fire
If ever a spell be broken, what language is required?
I can hear it cracking.

My only hope.
You are my only hope.

May helpful laughter now collapse you into gratitude.
There's nothing softer than the touch that gives and gives and gives,
By its surrendering water flows through everything,
Carved canyons,rocks and stones they cry aloud.