Prayer

~Kevin Hart Break open my words, Break them, But only the words I speak to you alone Those words at night Old words O let anything there is of prayer Find you Crack them like cloves, o Dark, Let all the silences between my words go up With a perfume of evening and wine With the caress of my wife’s small hand When she’s asleep, O When all my thoughts are fraying fast But let the bitter words stay in my mouth Let them stay here With the dark blood of daylight words I offer up Those nights I fall through dark for hour on hour And wake o Lord With death and love both preying on my mind O rest your fingers there, between their claws, And wrench me hard: Don’t let me set around myself, Don’t let me die as me I feel the darkness moving round me now O Lord Let it be you this time, o Lord, let it be you ~~~~~ Next: Nights