The Second Prayer

Now you count to ten,

inhaling, exhaling.

Now close your eyes,

dissolving your thoughts.

Let the breaths

slowly smooth your tension –

mute the mutter of the

Wild Wired World.

See your eyes

in the dark cold reflection,

find the place

where your memories lie.

Feel the pulse

relaxing your body,

let the universe

inside your space.

Feel the night,

let it be your shepherd,

tomorrow to face

the next of your days.

Count to ten,

inhaling, exhaling,

nothing counts –

now you are at peace.