Prayer Poems.

Prayer Poems

   Moments after he began
   when his heart was still
   the saint would slowly ply his pen
   with the steadied touch
   of an artist's favorite brush.

   Words would tumble on the
   parchment thirsting for redemption
   like a sky blue waterfall
   from a silver mountain face
   freshening the barren valley floor.

   Straightaway they poured
   from the secret seam
   inside the garden habitat
   where only he was known
   suspended in a sea of innocence.

   His footsteps crossed the sky
   falling like flakes of manna
   for the lonely donas
   hiding in the sacristy
   seeking fragments from his prie-dieu

   waiting for the moment when
   the chapel chimes awoke
   and he glided to the altar
   for the morning Mass,