"Prayer" (poem)

 O come and wake me from my sleep

The night’s too long, the sorrow’s deep

My heart is hard, my soul is dry

Come wake me with the newborn’s cry

Come help me see and hear once more

Lift up my heart like years before

Come take my hand and show the way

Unleash my voice, so I can pray

O come, for I’ve forgotten all

Help me recall, help me recall

O come, release me from a spell

O Come, O Come, Emmanuel 

Live for the Love of it,

The Happy Amateur

Written for Poetic Bloomings