The audacity of hope, indeed.

Prayer

That I would like to believe again.
That I would believe again. And hope
To live in pursuit and protection of that faith.

As seamless as speech moves
From the simple to the poetic, and poems
From the lyric to the declaration,
My thoughts from Your work to my work—
Let me now move.

If mine is to be the unnamed, unheard, unread—
Let it not matter. I believe,
And let that be its own virtue, its own reward.

My life its own story, my poems a life of their own.
This is all I ask, and all
I will give.