Late Night Prayer - Basha

[Larry Robinson]

Late Night Prayer

Within this silence may a true voice dawn
as smoothly as the heron flies, 
the wings unfold from that slender silhouette
and a great power is unfurled.
This still form can transform itself into flight -
So can we all.
May out of this quiet time come wisdom.
May in this silence emerge sound.
May this sound hold the secret of many things, 
the balm to soothe our torment, 
the elixir to lift us out of the slime.

We are stuck in the muck,
our shoes too heavy to lift us out
we need a miracle.
We need a spirit like a 
Great Blue Heron 
picking us out of this quagmire
like the stork delivers the baby 
to its eagerly awaiting parents--
parents ready to spill out love to their
long awaited child, as if that child
were all the children of this earth.

Deliver us oh great spirit, 
heal this wound that bleeds into the sky
turning it yellow, turning it red,.
We are inside the earth’s blister – 
a yellow orange oozing from our pain, 
slipping out of our hands
out of our control.
We have nothing left.

Please heal us, make us whole
allow our sincere wish 
to push away the clouds and smoke
allow our words to spread wings 
to billow out like giant cumulus white 
clouds with edges definition clarity
against a blue sky
Allow our words our wishes our hopes
to stretch out their arms
like the wings of the heron as she lifts her great long body off the earth 
as if it were nothing.
nothing but a thought
a wish 
a hope
for blue skies.

	- Basha
	
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