Untitled (sending prayers)
A poem went out
Sent out with the wind
Wind of technology
that I don’t understand
No more than I understand
The weather that blows in
Unplanned, unpredicted
Yet arrives with effects
Effects changing lives
in mysterious
In unmeasurable ways
In ways I don’t understand
A poem went out
Sent out with the wind
Wind of technology
Yet as if I had any control
Of where it goes…
As I write poetry as a prayer
Sending it with intention
To find the hearts that need
If only just my heart that needs
As I write poetry as a prayer
It’s already sent out
Already gone with the wind
Swirling in the collective
consciousness with effects
Effects changing lives
in mysterious
In unmeasurable ways
In ways I don’t understand
All the more poems then
I will write for more
more love,
more joy,
more peace
