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.