A Prayer

Perhaps one day, God will grant me
a gift
of words.
And then no longer will my pen
put onto the cave walls
only shadows.

Perhaps one day, my words
will find
a vessel.
And then no longer will these
words, pink and new,
reach no one.

Perhaps one day, my words
will form
a bridge.
And then no longer will this sea
of silence imprison me
all alone.

Perhaps one day, this world
will burn
and die.
And then we can remake it,
new and clean,
with words.