Sunday Prayer

May I be the Storyteller of my Life

May I be the storyteller of my life

and not its muted witness.

May I boldly move onward

in each page

without drowning in emptiness.

May my hero be naked of pretense,

and let that be her single defense.

May she falter and fall and hurt and cry

and in that dance find her graceful steps.

And if I must at times write with my tears

may they wash the heart of fear.

And if I must in darkness write,

let my words make sense

all the more bright.

Let me write of my errors and blunders

until they turn into maps

that show the way

or into lamps perhaps

that brighten up the stay.

Let my foretold “stunning dread”

be a tale of  “understanding”

that clears the path ahead.

And as the tale spins,

allow me to keep

the inner enemy at bay

that my own struggle

not stifles the wings

of she who trails the yarn

yearning to fly.

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Maria Mar©2014

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