A prayer of love and awe when distraught

A prayer of love and awe when distraught

You held on, I leaped. 

You harden not my heart, I seek a new one. 

Renew in me my faith in your goodness. 

The heart rules the sight, the mind rules the magic, 

Your love persists even when I fall out of it. 

My prayer is a call. 

What calls for prayer is a calling. 

To focus attention on the inner life, bustling, rumbling, shaking, beating, living, dying, recycling. 

My heartbreak is no coincidence for prayer; 

in fact, prayer constitutes such possibility for a heartbreak. 

For my heart cannot break if not for it becoming soft– 

open to being of all kinds: 

Being-in-love, being-in-the-world, being-towards-death, being-broken-hearted. 

It is only in You that may make my heart anew, 

to build up, to edify my base, to prepare for fallen time to fall away, 

and contemplate goodness; 

this is my salvation– 

I am saved out of love and it is through love, 

a good love, 

that I may gaze into the world again 

and disclose the being-toward, being-with, being-for.

Immortality through You; with open arms, I leap.