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.