Morning Prayer

chins to ground
among the shrill,
hordes of anger
with tiny voices
of fruitless grain,
ears sewn closed

waves of wind,
noise to white with
mortal bites,
elegant absence,
mouths sewn open

frosty views to
simplicity of you,
bastards of air,
your cavity of clutter
sewing thoughts

the deepest black your
commentary sewn
to hate

rejoice leonard
the end is near,
the news sewn in air

seeds carried in the wind,
waves of lies,
the heart beats timber,
sewn by tiny voices of
shredded truth

remind us again that
you heal.

2010 Barry Comer

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About Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, http://www.familyscholarhouse.org the Democratic Socialists of America http://www.dsausa.org and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities. I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.
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