A Prayer Sung

A #Prayer is as a song sung into the wind never ever complete,
This an admitted romantic conceit:
Grand, great as Parent of the universe, or
An All Being All Around,
or a Believed Glory from an Imagined, desired & found Heaven-bound
here on earth, too maybe Above....
Lessen me to only love.
Help me to see what in each of us hidden so discreet.
Help me to be a friendly gently smiling face in a crowd or upon the busy street,
Help me be a hint of hope’s dimming light in a dreary darkening darkened room;
May I See in self & others that being mostly good,
that what I might,
that which I should.
Render me, & those I may touch,
into simplistic love of just the World’s needed so much kindness thereof.
Simple, untethered kindness to help lessen the unseen pain, loneliness, fear & gloom,
Shelter from ceaseless toxic rain.
Let that drenching bias & hate within us all toward unknown or misunderstood,
Let that be abated in especially me, to only cleansing #universal #love.
Jgr 6/2018