At prayer I cry out.
I cry out to the Heavens, joining other voices.
I cry out to glistening stars and the murky clouds.
I cry out to the velvet expanse of space.
At prayer I despair.
I despair that the white closet wall does not yield.
I despair over this flat, dull world.
I despair that anything great will ever happen.
At prayer I sing.
I sing of despair, of
pain, of hope.
I sing whatever tune touches my lips.
I sing to hold onto that sliver of hope.
At prayer I praise.
I praise the Lion, the Father, and the Son.
I praise them for granting me the sliver of hope.
I praise them for keeping me on my path.
My path toward the shining gates of beyond.
