The Lord's Prayer

I ask nothing of thee
but that I might be opened wide as a flower
and feel your gentle sunshine
like a mother's kiss to her newborn's soft skin
as one feels one's first breath
to be the origin of all things
so too do I imagine every moment
as the beginning of forever
I want nothing from thee
to help build my own prisons
give me not wood or stone to finish casket or grave
And when my walls have fallen for the last time
I will know that nothing in me can change
It is only the flowing of the river upon which I dwell
I am nourished by the blue bird's song