I am so ordinary.
Life is so trying.
Love is elusive
and we are all dying.
The sky is so open
and we are so closed.
Prayers are ascending;
I give thanks for those.
The ocean is carrying
garbage and death.
Mermaid and seahorses
gasping for breath.
What shall we do now
but keep on with our prayers?
Saying our beads and
climbing the stairs.
Descending the valleys
while looking above.
Hope is far from us;
We long for the dove.
Ours is a journey
with maps torn to shreds.
Love is the garment
with untattered threads.
I tenderly hold you
as you look at me.
Angels together we
all shall be free.
Vicki Woodyard