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!
