Prayer

My heart

took a new avatar. A piece

of self broken off.

Flittered away from me.

I hold it in my hands

it is so small.

It does not look

like I thought

it would. She grows

hands,

and feet, her

language

speaks that of God

and I can't understand

anything she says,

but I know the sounds

are truth.

I am helpless

at her fragile

strength,

and floored by her

uncharacteristic charm,

and am seduced.

 .

My heart

has left my body. The remaining

space

is filled. By more

than what was.

I feel something

was just added

to this earth,

which was not there before.

It is so fragile.

 .

Things that begin

small,

become stronger,

faster,

smarter, wiser

and I know this

also is truth.

I am at her mercy, where

she goes

I will follow.

 .

Everything that once mattered,

now does not.

Everything

that never existed,

now dances

on a pin, an intoxicating

precariousness,

a strange dichotomy,

a silent anticipation

of our potentiality, written

in a script

 .

holier, than anything

I have ever seen.

 .

A poem,

a beseeching,

a prayer,

 .

written in blood,

 .

in genes,

in dreams,

in tragedy

 .

and the flowers

that grow

out of such pain.

.

A baptismal

celebration of the beauty

of the Divine Hand.