steve a. manolis poet

Prayer

 

it is the beauty of these days

the softness of clouds, lazy, sun-kissed

drifting towards another dawn

stretching out over the expanse of the world.

 

they call it ‘big sky’ in Montana

an almost endless sea turned upside-down

dancing with the heavens in a passionate embrace

one can only feel the greatness of it all.

 

I ask you about prayer and such thoughts

do you meditate, you ask me, no I don’t

I am just being, interactive with the world

the universe calls, and answers fly with questions.

 

one is for you I imagine, one answer

from one prayer, from years of seeking

and you may call this a miracle

and how is it different from fate I ask.

 

well, we can give names to such things

awareness has no name, only knowledge

and now I have this experience

which finds me wrapped in your love.

 

we are on this journey, two souls

seeking a common threat, a consciousness

we are answers to each others prayers

and I finally see your god residing in you.