When you pray

When you pray

You stand like a painting

Brush strokes, straight lines

Perpendicular back, a royal blue

Brown deep eyes brewed like

A barbecue of truth, marinated

With the anguish of life, grated

And squeezed, a penetrating

Lament, Your kind hands

Weaving fingers, interlocked

An antique courage, palms

Cupped into a void, open

Into which we endow, unalloyed

Our wishes, questions, poems

Like the summer rain that falls

Into our receiving senses, healing

The rise and fall of your voice, is

Courage, serving as your witness

You inhabit the air, boundless

In grace, holding your tears

Tightly behind your teeth

You pray, the rest of your words

Travel, flowing unabashed to

Spaces within us, a nectarine

Published by Kashiana

I am a management professional by job classification and a work practitioner by personal preference. One poetry collection - Shelling Peanuts and Stringing Words and a chapbook, Crushed Anthills. Always gathering poems, and letting them marinate and change shape and form.

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