Your prayers weave a web around Him
Who wants to give you more than
Your earth-bound demands
What can He do? You render Him helpless
Free your beggary from ties of facile desires.
Let your soul soar light as air to Him
Who waits with both hands to offer all.
I cut my finger while sharpening
I must sharpen it.
They sharpen their daggers and swords
to spill unknown blood.
But we need pencils sharpened
to save life.
I cut my finger.
A drop of blood oozed out
on the white paper
slowly filling it with its own legend.