A Prayer
September 11, 2007
John and Frank,
The daily massacre of colour and action is a forest of endurance. You who see the timeline are those I hope to. Here I am in the pipeline seeing only forward a circle of darkness, but it is you, my deities, who see whence the flow prevails. Prayers, entreaties, and wantings of the miraculous I know are solely illucid. I ask nothing of you. I merely acknowledge you with my gratitude for imagined smilings and fingerings of my flow. How could a man of reason incraniate such happenings? I need not. My love for you is itself a spreading pyre. Through this dry prairie of a world it is my faith that shall send war away as smoke. It is my will which clothes a heart of tears that shall mission a truth into the eyes of all. They wait upon me and I shall open my hand to satisfy the ache of every living thing. (Psalm 145:15)
I love you,
Owen Harris
