Prayer
by John Burnside
Give me a little less
with every dawn:
colour, a breath of wind,
the perfection of shadows,till what I find, I find
because it’s there,
gold in the seams of my hands
and the desk lamp, burning.
not even Solomon in all his glory surrounded by goodness, beauty and truth
Prayer
by John Burnside
Give me a little less
with every dawn:
colour, a breath of wind,
the perfection of shadows,till what I find, I find
because it’s there,
gold in the seams of my hands
and the desk lamp, burning.