Prayer

--Chistian Wiman

For all

the pain

 

passed down

the genes

 

or latent

in the very grain

 

of being;

for the lordless

 

mornings,

the smear

 

of spirit

words intuit

 

and inter;

for all

 

the nightfall

neverness

 

inking

into me

even now,

my prayer

 

is that a mind

blurred

 

by anxiety

or despair

 

might find

here

 

a trace

of peace.