Prayer

The last measure resonates from within my body.
My head tilted, I open my eyes.
Beams like fingers reach for grace.
Warm shadows of color spill onto the laps of sheep.
Heads tilted.
Palms outstretched.
Raised towards the heavens seeking.
The smooth wood beneath my body holds me stable.
Safe within the arms of an unselfish love.
With one last intake of air, I breathe out with the flock
"Amen"