I , Eye , I Pray

Silence in the soul
Peace in the night
When all times I compromise to myself

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,

And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet,never,in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

                ~Emily Dickinson

The thought of hope
 Gives me palpitations
Serenade of the night

Calms me down
Hope is ahead of my prayers
Are they prayers with charisma?
Praying.
I believe.


A total fiasco,
Vision of hope,
Image of reality.
Prayers,
with hope.
Hope with life cadences
Awaiting.
With the faith in myself.

I , Eye , I Pray.