A Prayer

I pray not for much -

Just a little reassurance;

I live by the strength of 

A secret self and I beg that 

It may not be transformed;

I find sustenance in that 

The inner world and I entreat that 

It may not change and

Slip away from me 

With the passing years;

I am fed by the presence 

Of the Lord within me.

And I humbly request 

That shrine inside 

Where He does reside

May never be deserted -

For I am utterly alone 

But for that whiff of 

Divine aroma emanating 

From a desolate corner 

Found in my depths;

And I pray that the perfume 

May never evaporate 

And leave behind an

Existence completely bereft 

Of spirit and soulless.