It is a vision that struck me as odd for I’d
not seen it before. I noticed the heart of
the word “prayer” is the word “ray.”
Not the name of a man who possibly
wears sideburns and prefers classic country
and the smell of Old Spice. But rather
“ray” as in a beam of radiant energy
of small cross section. Yes, that ray.
Being a man of (honestly) moderate cross
section is it emboldening to think of my
dullish pleas as instead glimmers or flickers
of radiance noticed by the One in the highest
who keeps watch over us here in the darkest.