Prayer.

Indwelling fire from a higher plane

You who hovered over first waters

intercede, please, for me.

You will funnel me towards

the well's living mouth

to see His words.

But now, I am trying to speak

break through my frail utterings

and carry my thought to God

tempered with salt to rise

acceptable, pure,

something worth saying

with weight and draw-

nothing vain;

to turn your ear to me

my Father, Father,

to hear.