A Silent, Altruistic Prayer
I say a silent prayer each and every night,
For the beauty no longer within my sight-
Supplanted by someone I no longer know.
I silently wonder: 'where did my beloved go? '.
I prefer to think she has not really gone away,
But rather, will eventually find herself again, one day.
Taken hostage by fears she could not control,
She needs this re-discovery to once again be whole.
Perhaps, each day as she sees herself in the mirror,
All that she has abandoned of herself will become clearer.
Surely, she seeks the ardor and jollity she once possessed,
Just as surely as the heart silently mourns a love repressed.
Sikerly, Heavenly Father heeds my soulful, altruistic prayer-
For the amelioration of this lady, most beauteous and fair!
-Maurice Harris,8 September 2012
poem by Maurice Harris
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