Stars scrape the eyes
night turns to dark
a prayer whispered
but not unheard
asking for the light
begging for truth
hands grasp each other
in desperate comfort
awaiting the unknown
unsure of a free fall
yet willing to trust
and pull the grass
up by the tips
hoping it won’t break
instead growing more
longer, stronger
even steadfast and sure
a prayer whispered
loud and clear
for strength to face
whatever comes my way
