Little Prayer

May you never have need
of signal flares to use on the deck
of a ship going down; or flags to flash
frantic messages for help from the rooftop.

Let the only frenzy
be from wings beneath the broad
canopy—
And may nothing crumble beneath your feet
except for the dust that stones have discarded.

 

In response to Via Negativa: Handheld.

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