prayer of the heart

words said along the way

at the intersection

at night
through day

silent words
felt along an ancient way

before and behind each other word
I might think
or say

through all the stations
of the day

words
no more in need of memory

my blister strip of pills
held like a rosary

ever with me
Lord grant mercy

descent

snowflakes flutter to the ledge
as I sit in darkness
awaiting the mystery of the dove’s descent

your face drops in instead
unannounced

the bell tolls thirty minutes
my time is at an end

sacred or profane
it’s all the same

love is all there is
an unseen flame

binding us all
to itself

river

I pull back the curtains on the day
and find it has already gone

too late for yoga
meditation
qigong

I slip into the river
of the endless night
to find you no longer there

it is never too late
for prayer