I tried to open the doors of my soul

I tried to open the doors of my soul

 

          but my soul was already a door

 

turning on a hinge of prayer.

 

 

I tried to empty the cup of my soul

 

          but my soul was already emptiness

 

cradled in a cup of prayer.

 

 

There was another stanza to this poem

 

          that it seems I’ve forgotten—

 

it was something about prayer.

 

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