Night Prayer

we forget how great a gift every moment is...
we all have problems, have worries, and walk the fine
line between joy and despair....
but tonight, let's lay it all down, and walk in the moment.
they tell you prayer is a lot of things,
but i think prayer is the gratitude that feels,
that absorbs the good and the bad,
that drinks sorrow, and dances.
i have never been more alive than i am right now.
i am fire, i am darkness, i am sin, i am redemption.
without grasping, i am free...
no matter what comes, no matter the battle...
this body does not hold who i am.
who am i? I am you!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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