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Let Us Pray
Let us hold hands and pray.
You were there, at the
kitchen table with
corn flakes and a revolution
Your apartment windows
filled with condensation as
your fingers attempted to spin out your
confession of
how that fire burns inside you
And I have tried to keep my hands as they were
Calm, in a coat pocket
Only with friction to keep them warm
I remember, how we learn at a young age to
survive with only our bodies and minds as a resource
And I am sure, you stood in your doorway
and counted the days
And I am sure, you fell apart, like the Berlin Wall
Let us join hands and sing for Him with praise
It is almost God-like, a heavenly flash of
color and
all the fresh mornings we have spent
building one another
And you are right, I need not explain how
certain it is that our
hands together, will press forward in
one sharp, crisp motion
