Poem: Prayer at the Precipice

Prayer at the Precipice

poem by Alice Jane-Marie Massa

On the second of March,

at the onset of meteorological spring,

when thoughts of hard winter should be behind us,

hard thoughts hold us in a grip so tight

that moving to find the hope and promise of peace

also becomes hard.

During this week

when I have heard brave words echo

into other countries of the world,

echo into our homeland–

I ponder the wish of sunflower seeds in pockets

and am awestruck.

Somehow in the breath of

the best of times and the worst–

the most stridently worst of times–

poetry and prayer

survive;

and in their aching thirst,

the indomitable spirits always choose

the sparkling wine of freedom.

Let us raise our teardrop glasses

and confetti prayers to

those of courage and honorable convictions

as we kneel

at this precipice of spring, 2022.

March 2, 2022, Wednesday

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