Prayer for Deliverance

Lord, steer me again to the edge
            of those places bristling with thrill—

right there, before the ticket-seller's booth
           while cups and saucers trace their giddy

circles overhead, and the rollercoasters' clatter  
           drowns the cries issuing from our collective

mouths. Whatever lobs the heart and makes it  
          teeter between those old frenemies, terror 

and ecstasy, also pulls it out of the shallow depths 
          where it might have just languished, thinking 

it was no better than the sludge of tea leaf 
          misfortunes. Tug hard on the harness so it 

comes loose from my shoulders; hold the gate 
          open to what lies ahead, inviting full gallop.

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