To Become a Living Prayer

Boundless, vast, and peaceful,
Let my palpitating, fragile body
Become like a living prayer.

Let this breath, this steady pulse,
Elastic skin and fluttering lids,
Twitching muscles, twisting viscera,

Fluids, bone, and sinew
All profess a singular, sacred,
Precise and passionate vow,

The kind that meadowlarks
Make of the morning light,
Because they have wings.