Prayer

God, 

I'm waiting, as much as I know how,

in the clearing,

cupped hands waiting with anticipation

for the song of my life to light,

beam in sounds only I understand.

I'm walking, the mountain

of my experiences,

the fossils impressed 

on craggy memories, beaten by the sea 

wreckage known only to those who died on similar shores.

I'm willing, to be opened

petal by petal

to face the glorious light,

to feel the ache of space,

to know what it means to be planted.

As long as You are with me.