I am alive
until that brief moment
of transition
when I become the sum of my prayers,
the weight of my transgressions.
Let me be within reach
of my higher self.
Let me be on the gentler
side of anger,
the patient part of
disappointment in past deeds,
understanding the imperfections
wrapped around
my moments of doubt.
I am alive until that moment
only forgiveness can contain.
Let me be ready to call
upon candor yet be gentle
with myself.
Let me be more.