A Prayer

My own unwelcome thoughts circle and eclipse my sight,
Preventing me from seeing what is just and right.

As much as anyone, I put my own case first.
Let the devil take my neighbour if no other way is found.

Sooner now than later I would welcome a conversion,
Simply letting life decide the outcome of my toil.

Teach my heart to claim compassion as its name—
Help me mitigate my sorrow by reaching out to others.

Make me mindful of my soul before my ending comes to pass.
Compose my mind of principles to last beyond a season.

Channel passion into practice governed by enlightened reason.
Lift me up until my faith is equal to the task.

©2016 Michael Fraley

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