Prayer Before Dawn
by Sondra Ball
Out on the porch,
blue shadows stretching
across the lake,
across the chilled night,
across the smoky road
of the Milky Way,
I draw a deep breath
and pray for this day
that is coming upon us all.
I am who I am:
the woman my memories
(my wounds and my joys)
have made me.
You are who you are:
the souls your memories
(your laughters and your sorrows)
have created.
This night is lonely.
And the coming morning
will lay open the scene
of refugees
from the American Dream:
men and woman
wasted by greed,
by prejudice,
by fear,
by despair.
For many hours,
waiting for the first eastern light,
I have stood here,
praying
for the men
and for the women
who are trapped upon the razor's edge.
I ask for blessings
for them all,
for their relatives,
for their homelands.
volume 12(6)
March 15, 2008
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