Poets Prayer

Like a song is sprung
Off a tongue
Just to reach a hurt
Lord grant me a clue
What I should do
To say the right words

Like a stone in a sling
Flies from a fling
Through space and time
Lord grant me the patience
To do my sentence
And stay between the lines

Like a seed in spring
Does its' thing
Just to reach an age
Lord grant me another day
To go my way
And fill another page