One last day to suffer,
as silence endures

One new day engendered,
to motion toward

A musical seamstress,
to stitch me back whole

A lyrical consort,
inscribed to behold

Each word as my seed,
laying fertile the plain

Each phrase lost and orphaned,
my spirit reclaims

That breath once bespoken,
new hope to set free

That voice reawakened
—whose soul unto thee

(The Book Of Prayers: April, 2020)