Saturday, August 10, 2013

Poem: I Said a Prayer

I said a prayer
to benefit the dead
then saw the prayer was actually
for myself.
For we are connected –
the dead and the living –
by a strand slimmer than spider silk.
It’s invisible, even –
the tethers that bind us.
Words are inadequate
but still I try to say – to weave –
the spinnings of my mind
and mesh with the webs of others.
Prayers are inadequate
but still I strive to change the world,
one word, one soul, at a time.

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