Father in the heart of Heaven,
when I wake I start to pray
thinking you for everything
even the rain...
in my heart, your words burn
like the sun...
yet, so genital to the taste
that my soul always crave,
and when at the time I awaken with fright
like the birds that fly
when they know they are in danger,
you speak to me like a little child
setting me free-
from what was scaring me.
-Judy Emery © 1993 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery