A BARD’S PRAYER
By Avellina Balestri (alias Rosaria Marie), October 20, 2015
Word Count: 219
Summary: A Bard’s prayer for the gift of storytelling.
Let me catch the flame,
Golden, glittering, glaring,
So my fingers may glow as I hold the pen.
Let me taste the wine,
Sweet, smooth, sumptuous,
So my speech may be seasoned when I tell the tale.
Let me smooth the cloth,
Crumpled, crude, queer-colored,
So beauty and grace may greet each eye.
Let me weave with thread,
Silver, star-lit, spider-spun,
So my words may flow like a moon-kissed stream.
Let me glimpse the ghosts,
Fast-footed, fair-faced, fleeting,
So my blessing may reach them as eyes meet eyes.
Let me climb the chain,
Twinkling, taught, tenacious,
That connects the present with the haunted past.
Let my arrow fly,
Straight-shot, shimmering, shocking,
To cleave each heart for the sake of truth.
Let my harp strings sound,
Merry, moaning, murmuring,
So all may partake in the moods of life.
Let me feel the drum,
Pulsing, pounding, puncturing,
So my voice may serve as a battle-horn.
Let my cry be heard,
Ringing, roaring, raging,
Above the din of battle and through the soul.
Let me harvest jewels,
Unicorn-horns, sword-hilts, Christ’s hem,
And lay them out in story and song.
Let it so be done,
Soulfully, sacrificially, sanctifyingly,
So that life may infuse death-darkened eyes.