This is My Prayer

I reach out beyond the scarred edges of my own periphery
Fragments of a soul assaulted by unseen powers
Touching down occasionally
But always in uncharted territory, unfamiliar terrain.

Morning prayers stain my cheeks
Gratitude and fear tug along overlapping trajectories
But it's all foreplay and no consummation
The sirens of wholeness are up to no good.

I reach out in hope that someone will engage
Draw me into life, protect me from disintegration
Train me in readiness, embolden me to step forward
Break out in a wide smile when I show up each day
Anoint and bless, sustain and vindicate
Enthusiastically commit to my well-being.

There you have it.