Prayer

I have set sail in a dinghy
under a downcast sky
under furrowed gaze of clouds

Their low deep rumbles portend
impending perils

Sinister waves build up
heedfully contrive their misdeeds
before they lash against the hull

You the Omnipresent
the one who rules over lilt and rhythm
who delivers precepts to my unlearned muse

The seed of my invincible beliefs
Guide me

Guide me through this murk
I'm loaded with thinned words
and morsels of a brittle life

You the Omnipotent
make my oar relentless