PRAYER AFTER REFUSING TO PRAY
Why, when the ferocious beauty that steers this world
has never braked for any cry of mine,
do I find myself making again, toward You
who will always do just as You please,
these motions with my lips and hands and knees,
trying to gentle Your vast wheel off the rails?
My friend is sick in the lymph behind his heart,
a monk, a teacher, Your servant, who loved You so.