for my Dad*
my pen it prays for gratitude
while dawn is drawn and calls awake
my heart, in an emphatic mood,
to noble words when there's a stake.
The light still waits
So pen with ink for blood and food
silent invocation make.
Oh heart with intercessor's attitude
become the role for grandest sake...
in light I wait.
LyndiaP November 9, 2010
(*and for OneShotWednesday 19 & PoemADay 9 of 30)