A Prayer

This is a poem I wrote in 2011, at about the same time as The Task. Afterwards, I realised it was essentially a prayer, hence the title. I can safely say it’s the first prayer I have ever written.

O sharp wind of the East
I’ve strayed so far so long from what is true
Come blow away this fog of lies
And let me know the stars

O serpent of the South
Consume me with your fiery sun-cursed rage
Burn out the moisture from my soul
And harden my intent

O waters of the West
Swell up within me as a tide of tears
To wash away the doubt and pain
And drench me with the moon

O darkness of the North
Please take me back to what I really am
Tear out my heart, my eyes, my mouth
And make me whole inside
Prepare me for the sacrifice
I know I dream I need

About Paul Cudenec 182 Articles
Paul Cudenec is the author of 'The Anarchist Revelation'; 'Antibodies, Anarchangels & Other Essays'; 'The Stifled Soul of Humankind'; 'Forms of Freedom'; 'The Fakir of Florence'; 'Nature, Essence & Anarchy'; 'The Green One', 'No Such Place as Asha' , 'Enemies of the Modern World' and 'The Withway'. His work has been described as "mind-expanding and well-written" by Permaculture magazine.

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