My heart stands flutt'ring in the wind
and not a soul to reach
to take my shriveled, bleeding heart
yet, ho! I sit and preach
to preach in ink what tongues have said
a thousand books before.
The holy book lays not alone
but with my bitter lore.
I tell you 'love me all, ' but still
in hearing small reply
I'm feeling what the Lord has bared
in smaller quantity
Lord, let me see the light of red
for I now hold your own.
Let the red light cross my field
to have my heart be sown.
If time be key, I pray, how long
to wait before I love.
If none behold my future then
release me like a dove.
Andrea Stuckey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/praying-for-a-red-light/
