The Plea

And I wonder,
Where should I start from?
How should I let my heart prostrate,
How should I teach it the proper way to pray?
To submit, to abide, to surrender,
Relinquish all its fears for the greater.

Would it be by healing broken entities,
Guiding lost childhoods,
And tending wounded spirits?

Or by isolation,
Meditation,
And reflection from within.

Perhaps teach them how to paint their dreams,
And cut away at their nightmares with scissors.
Watch cartoons and blow balloons,
And release them to be taken care of by the weather.

Allow its spectrum glow to illuminate the skies,
To bloom, to blossom, to find its way to rise.
To take hold of its own kismet within its palms,
For it can add life to its years,
But not years to its life.

And maybe then I can rationalize my fears,
Contain them, enclose them and save some tears
Dance my way through risks and burdens,
And allow some courage inside by drifting dismay's curtains.

Oh! If only I could find someone to teach my heart how to pray...

Tala.H