My Prayer

Like soft waves
at dawn
you move
swiftly, calmly
across my window
of sky;

the same sky
blanketing the
other side of
the world where
people are just
tucking in

to sleep and
for some you
are their only blanket
and their hunger
rages but they close
their eyes for one relief.

Will you be
my prayer?
On the backs
of your cloud waves
will you carry
love to them

as they tuck
into you for
the night?
Please, dear
sky, will you
be my prayer?