A Prayer For Me

soon i will be one of the hollow people
and soon i will have nothing but air inside me

why can't i make a choice between substance
and emptiness?

i can. There is this light that leads me to
his Grace. There is this door that always opens.
There is this garden where all
the flowers always bloom
and never wilt.

I follow the light. I open the door.
I enter the garden.

As easy as that. I only need to call His Name.
And He is always there.

I do not have to suffer and
be confused. He is happiness. He is certainty.

I do not have the right to inflict
this unnecessary injury into my soul.

Amen.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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