Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Poem


Light
is

my
prayer.




Update:
“Poem” added to Poems, Slightly Used.

11 comments:

all ways 11 o'clock said...

that nature
is hope
William in four words
you shed this light

~robert

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

yes, it is really fascinating how, in four words, you described the essence of life, the desire for life, sincerity, joy, truth, warmth, clarity, everything

Old 333 said...

Light makes it real again, every morn.

thanks, William.

Peter

erin said...

and it is your prayer's answer
and too
the poem itself.

did you know you called to yourself?
did you think there were two birds?
there is only one bird
and we are all a part of him.

chirp chirp
the poem answers
liting to the branch
blinding us
in illumination

xo
erin

William Michaelian said...

Robert, Laura, Peter, and Erin, I thank each of your for bringing your own light to this poem.

A prayer, to be a prayer at all, must be light if it is ever to get off the ground.

Stream Source said...

my prayer

is Light

William Michaelian said...

Hello, Donna.

Is my prayer
Light?

Aye,
Light my prayer is.

P.S. Everyone: that extra “r” in my previous response certainly seems glaring in this light.

RUDHI - Chance said...

in the darkness...

William Michaelian said...

Darkness was not dark until light was born....

vazambam said...

William,

As you know, "light" has a special place in my world--I must now make room in it for this fine, little poem--no reservations required!

William Michaelian said...

Vassilis, yes I do know, and I say in gratitude and all honesty that I would and could never have written this poem if it were not for what I’ve learned from you.