Canyon Prayer

Dear God

Let me be like this canyon 

Let me be like the walls giving shelter 

reflecting back to them their singing voices 

Let me be like this river 

Flowing gently so that what I offer them is fresh and good

Let me be like these trees, strong enough to support their climbing to new heights

Let me be like the rock, 

Challenging them to find their footing and balance 

 let me be like this unending space, free enough to let them find their boundlessness 

Dear God 

Let me be like this canyon...

Rough draft

There is this thing about life.
The thing they don't teach in schools
Or churches
Or office buildings



Because it is too wild
And too full
To be contained
In any edited text



There is magic that exists
Just waiting
To give itself



It has a heartbeat
And it finds yours


And there is no stopping how far it
Will unfold


All you have to do
Is leave enough spaces
Enough unedited places



For it to slip in unnoticed
And upend everything
You thought you knew


You notice
The periods become cages
Because there are no endings


The synonyms are lies
Because they try too hard



The paragraphs trying to make presentable what cannot be presented



To in-dent
What cannot be dented
Truth has this way of flying free


Everything handed to you
In a manual
Meant to make you Good



And Readable
Up-ends itself


Because Good has fire
And Life
And a wild love
In its eyes


The kind of burning ecstasy
That makes you throw the books away
Those Watered down versions
Of what flames around you



Uncensored, unedited, unraveled unending


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Finding

lyrics by Neil Young

I want to live
I want to give




I've been a miner for a heart of gold





It's these expressions that I never give




That keep me searchin




For a heart of gold




And I'm gettin old




I've been to Hollywood




I've been to Redwood




I've crossed the ocean




For a heart of gold




It's been in my mind




It's such a fine line




That keeps me searchin




For a heart of gold




I've been a miner




For a heart of gold

Fly free

A wild spirit
You soar free



No one can stop you
God knows I've tried



With the warnings of impending danger
You fly over



Your wind drowning the sound of
Limitation



With the frustrated outbursts about the fragile things breaking
Sometimes that fragile thing is me



But the gears turning in your head
Are loud enough


That the breaking is only a background
I thank god for that


Because to someone who is scared to fly
And is doing their best to hold on
It can feel like you are their undoing
As they topple from unsteady legs



But don't you listen
Never stop long enough that you
Fall out of your sky


Don't worry about me
Wolf child
I will catch up to you soon



Once I remember



How to leap

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