Prayer of Being

Alan Harris

Oh Nameless One,

if I, as I, am not

meant to be,

then how could I

sit here writing

a prayer of thanks

for my being and

for the far reach

I am from dust?

My prayer only asks

that, to the sea of

goodness that I feel

all around me, I might

be allowed to add

my anonymous drop.

Today you overwhelm

my most lovingness

by how strangely deep

you go into, through,

and around me.

Waitingly, doingly,

goingly, searchingly,

my heart offers back

to its Source a hum that

sounds as much like a

Bach Prelude as an OM.

All