Desert Mesa Prayer
my prayer be this living pool of tears.
of mourning, my body.
each droplet cast earthward by the organ of sight,
in every direction, known and unknown.
each droplet of pure, human feeling, each droplet
stabbing loss, harrowing pain, disappointment and ravished
join molecularly within the sightless movement of the wind.
the wind blow every sealed hatch away
the divine wound that is your heart.
yourself, let all of you live in the wind.
its gentleness arrange your hair, your position in space.
it dry your mouth so that you cannot speak.
you will hear its every holographic word.
word that is the whole and part of the world--
is the world and that will
be the world.
world where you are the favorite, shining grandchild
in the embrace of someone older than you can imagine.
the walls where you live be made of this wind.
you to be infinite, even as you give praise
your sheltering home of air.
yourself stand free in its rush and push
your body until you are gone.
the wind make you real. Substantial.
no one tell you?
wind is the mind of God.