Lifetime

sharp-toothed difficulty. 

an unconfined season of misery befalls, uncovering silent aches.

prayer sits to witness the painful shifts, without a quest for remedy. 

oh my light. 

how tiring. 

all walking is tiring however the need to reach you. 

forgive me. this heart is brutal with impatience to endure even more;

crashing & crushing waves of a brief hope. 

release me. 

my light. 

release me to an inevitable opening; a relief of the no longer. 

my light; an evening prayer

the collapse of language within the sealing of time, reveals a promised delicacy of prayer. all humbled spirits rests upon a stillness; a soaked solitude covered in an assuring quietness, washed over tenderly with cries for forgiveness. my Light. grant me the sincerity of such blessed closeness. to come undone a wretched servitude of an image. accept me in welcome. in peace. pleading. always yearning. never to be abandoned to the howling hunger of the vicious nights. my Home. i fear the deepening of shadows, the inability to keep alive a child’s joy you entrusted my heart with; the joy i deny myself, bitterly, with the burying of sorrows. do not neglect me to a distressed discipline of a frantic self. preserve me. my Lord. preserve me, as i lay in tranquility, soothed to the sound of a certain truth.

فَإِنَّ مَعَ الْعُسْرِ يُسْرًا  

إِنَّ مَعَ الْعُسْرِ يُسْرًا