A Prayer for Going on

You are not lost.

You are not lost.

You are

not

lost.

In the darkness, a voice

In the silence, a light.

A quiet mantra in the measured breath of sleep

understanding

You are not lost.

On a fresh page, prayers

and their honesty a reflective moment

of shape taking form again at dusk.

Again at dusk, remember

You are not lost.

Where it is there is beauty of young lovers naming stars

is found years later only pleading cries for cloudy nights.

But by hope in all skies yet unseen

or found again

You are not lost.










I’m leaving Durham tomorrow and I should be in Paraguay by Sunday afternoon. So much to pack, even more to think about…