A Prayer

Empty me unto thee, O Mercy, O Beginning,
    Port of Terror, Port of Morning.
All my words pour on you, my heart in them,
    In thoughts, nothing left in me
But me. Empty me of all extraneous, empty
    Me of me, O Resurrection,
Resurgence, O Graft, Transplant, Flowerpot.
    There is rain inside my bones,
Witness the bluing of my bones, purpling
    My soul. O Gardenias of Hope
That hinge my joints, empty me to thee.
    O New Memory, I am old,
Revisit me the Days in dusk, hand in hand
    I tramp with thee in lost lands,
Lost from You, Sad Eternity, Sad Blessing.

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