I found a poem from long ago...one that I thought was lost. This prayer seems like one of those books I reread every few years: dog-eared and well loved.

3/16/00
sweet spirit - i believe.
give a language to these groans,
these slippery unformed thoughts.
make flesh and bones of my cries,
that all petitions would be fully formed before
the father's piercing gaze.

o holy light, who placed in me this burning,
may your will be done in each
ripple of man, family, country, world, and the
uttermost of the heavens.
sweep your love across the skies of deaf and dumb,
dreamer, skeptic,
and with it, perfect glory.