This poem was written while flying over cities at night on my way home, thinking about how prayer can calm an unquiet mind.


In the night-cloak of the globe
Cities buzz, aglow.
So little sleeps tonight.
Restless minds drift across screens
or half-formed dreams to arrive
empty at the door to peace.
I can unlock that vault with a whisper to the sky
over hands clasped in the chain of ancient lessons.
I can enter with a slow breath over
the threshold and hide here for the night.
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