Paper and Ink Prayer
by Sparks In Shadow
summer whispered heat, hammerlike.
Autumn focuses my fear,
and winter will bring words –
fever committed to lines.
Let me show mercy as they fall,
icy spatters dotting pages,
wanting to live.
Help me roam the paths I hew,
smoothing unintended spikes
and rough stones that threaten farther
than expression and flow.
Let me refine that which splinters the faith of those
searching my words for intention, honoring me.
I cannot serve without trudging backward.
Which bloom should remain unbridled?
Which would do better perched against a sharp edge,
I bid perseverance
as winter’s chill cuts draw near.
The prompt was, “and winter will bring,” from Julia.