CONTEMPLATIVE PRAYER 

Sin 
Like rain 
Drumming 
Causes me 
To feel Prayful 

So, with 
Veneration 
And dragon 
Fierceness 

I spiritually 
Fly Inside, 
Through the 
Vastness 
Of the galaxy, 

Leaving behind 
A crowd 
Of sorrows 

And stars 
Begin to 
Burn 
Beginning 
To feel 
Dawn dew Air, 

Remembering 
Harmless 
Paper napkin 
Ghosts. 

I look 
At my 
Red heart 

Pulse 
Encountering 
A fountain 
Of Jesus’ blood. 

I am aware 
Of a weak 
Force of evil 
In rising oceans 
And eyes 
Like furnace 
Doors. 

I whisper 
A hymn 
Like a hex 

And watch 
Evil being 
Locked in a coffin 
Not covered 
With roses, 

And for Awhile 
I feel 
The pull 
Of Divinity 

And the Temptation 
Of sin 

So I watch 
A green sun 
On the Meadow 
Of tears 

While darkness 
Spills 
Across 
The sky line. 

But now, 
I move 
Into peace 
Entering 
A serene 
City by the sea 

As an 
Angel 
Locks 
The door 
Of the prison 
Of blackness. 

I am free.