Pray

I hear crickets, cars, a gecko,
Drowned out,
East, west, south, north,
By calls of light, of promise,
Of answers, of guidance.
Conversations, a mosquito beside my ear, a dog,
Lost in the midst of salvation.

I hear the calls,
But my back is cold,
Warped by fibrous waves.
The light my eyes see is distant,
Fire waned by time.
In their directionless fury, my guidance awaits,
Somehow.

I will find what I want, eventually,
Whatever it may be,
Eventually,
Once the answers, freely given,
End,
Whenever that may be.
The fire might not burn forever,
But it will certainly outlast you, and me.

I hear the calls,
Recede inward, one by one.
I pray I will hear my answers now,
In prostration to the silent sky,
Drowned out,
By crickets, cars, a gecko.