Prayer for the living

I, who do not ask and plead for guilt for those who have betrayed me.

I, who do not need the greed of mankind placed upon a single grain of sand.
I, who do not wish you to speak with a louder voice when you are the one to use a trumpet.
I , who do not make up fairy-tales and stories of ancient lands of green
I, who do not spell the lord’s name without kneeling in the dust, with a smile upon my face.

For our love is great and greater beyond all the visible boarders of these lands.

As much as you treasure me, I do treasure you,

despite your love being blood-stained like the stones of women with their faces 

put in their hands.  

But for the love and grace I receive, this is much stronger than the pure strings of nerves

and the everlasting beating of your heart.

So I lay my hands in my lap, my body down to your feet,

for you to give my soul this well deserved light of infinity.