Chris Song’s ‘A Prayer’

from Mirror Me

no eyes, no ears, no tongue
but thoroughly understanding the schemes of heart

He lives not in the world, yet resides rather in the left
 atrium, messing sometimes with your heartbeat. He

draws intricate murals on the walls of your heart, 
    grieving your
mind, and walks your bridge, cruising to the right

to design your desires. at times
He is a leech inside the heart

slurping up all your piety and blood. At times He
is the heart’s own shadow, endlessly expanding
until you fill with fear. He never lets you at ease, pricking you with heart

ache, despondency, angina, until you
cannot bear
His silence, and scream: God—is me!