MORNING PRAYER by Rick Davis | Poetry | PAROUSIA Magazine

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I lay in bed
Whispering to You.
My love of You
Feels like joints
And bones.

As I lay
In twilight half-sleep
I eclipse You
With tender feelings.

The sweat of life
Always continues
Like a cruel
Walk into sun

But in bed
I allow reason
To slide away

And am bathed
In a cascading shower
Of blue rain.

My mind
Keeps wandering
But I fight
This crisis
Of distraction

And continue
To listen to
My quiet breath

Allowing love
To fill the bedroom –

I am famous
For loyalty
And grab You
As if You could
Be mine.

I pop my neck
And turn on my
Right side

Asking for forgiveness
Like an
Old Protestant
Crawling toward You.

I squeeze
Into a secret channel –

Like entering
A birth canal

And in my soul-prayer
I vacate my body
With hushed bliss

Loosing heaviness,
Feeling as though
My body is stolen
From a morgue

But just as quickly
I return to flesh

And shiver
Like a plague
Of insects.

I slowly open
Sleepy eyes
To the smell
Of freshly brewed
Coffee

And swallow,
Quickly leaving
My higher self,

Wishing that I
Could stay in bed
And pray
All day.

RICK DAVIS

Rick Davis

Rick Davis lives in the Chicago area, USA.  He is married to Marianne. Marianne has five children, and twenty-four grand & great-grandchildren.  They have a loved cat & dog.  Rick graduated from Northeastern Illinois University, and several graduate schools.  He’s has worked in market research and other positions.  He has worked as a volunteer pastoral counselor at Blind Service Association in Chicago, and at the University of Illinois Hospital at Chicago.  He is an ordained minister and interfaith Rabbi.