I’m not really into the whole poetry scene, but a certain style of it I do like, and this one touched me so I wanted to pass it along. Prayer beginning with four lines from Taha Muhammad Ali If, over this world, there’s a ruler who holds in his hand bestowal and seizure, I turn in prayer, asking him to decree for the hour of my demise that it be a morning on Lake Keowee, in early spring when the bloodroot and yellow violet are in bloom in the woods beyond us, a ghost of fog moving slowly, almost imperceptibly, across the grey water. And I ask that it be after a long trip, after I have seen my grandmother, my brother, after…
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