A Prayer (for You)
What of your making is not known to you?
Though through a child’s eyes of wonder and love
I have only that given to return, true
to sight and grace, life and thought above
the lost moment of idle or misspent
time not in praise of you. To Beauty
would I turn your eyes as I have lent
my back to the kneeling that stand and see?
Yet, this is you and not solely this
but faith, truth, courage, time and word
that I would bring to you as you bring bliss,
that would sing as angels have not been heard.
That in my darkness, you were there, stirred
the soul of me, for you, for the world.