The day falls away as my clothes drop,

Daughter’s antics wash a smile.

Will the rising moon discover more?

Or as the day is stripped away leave only memories.

On my knees and grateful for…

To fill in what needs to be prayed, as the life collects,

Meaning and substance beyond what is dictated

Move further than repression and exploitation

So much more than false expectation

The destruction can be abated,

If hope and connection are there…

At the end of the day,

As we pray.