An atheist’s prayer
Free of god-guilt weight,
Free of what-Jesus-would-do worry,
I make my way in a world clear of angels
and clean of miracles
Longing replaces prayer
Gently now, gently
can I love?
Am I allowed?
Do I have to wait until the world has time,
has room for it?
Maybe I start from a distance,
smiling at all my favorite parts,
noticing long enough to cherish,
enjoying just as is.
Can I love
without piercing hunger,
without aching need,
without the declaration that says MINE?
I blow you a silver dandelion
carefully imagine how we might begin
save the first-star-I-see for you
You take it.
Help me put all the monsters to bed.
Turn off the clock.
I’ll inhale your admiration
(c) Regina Rodriguez January, 2004