Set beneath the fall leaves,
stand sand beneath my feet.
A breeze rushes the ocean tides, and
swallows the last of my footsteps.
Along the sea of pain,
the direction of the salt water
guides my fears, and
swallows tranquility.
Ocean I have looked to the skies....
O sky of hope
give me light in the morning days.
When I rise,
fill my eyes with compassion and joy.
Deliver me from the deception that swallowed me.
Guide me as I set in your direction.....Oh sky of hope.
Kaity Desrosiers
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-prayer-97/
