An Introvert’s Prayer

Take me away.
To the sea perhaps.
or the desert.
Somewhere distant, with vast skies
and less of the saints,
all of them as broken as I,
noisy and full of ideas and change and movement.

Take me away.
Let the water fall. Let the wind roar.
Become driftwood a while
with no destination, only God’s currents
gentle and whispering. Listening even.
Just me.
Perhaps the woman I love,
and God’s horizons.

Nothing,
as far as I can seen.
As close to heaven
as I am likely to ever be.

About this poem

A beautiful but oh so full week of crowds and action and crisis and challenges. Another one ahead. By the weekend, disappearing is in order. Till then, poetry.

The photo was taken at Marconi Beach on Cape Cod. In the off season, it is one of my favorite places.

Tom