| Ride, Prayer Beloved Creator, no longer am I young And caught up in rebellious narcissistic youth. You, in your infinite glory, impassion my spirit! So mount me on the back of my elusive dreams, And let me grip the reigns of my destiny! Let me gallop with the currents of conversion; And may the melody of love and life Become like lovers' breath to thrum within my ears! Armor me with Truth - both solemn and luminous - So that the scales of wisdom are balanced within, And aligned on both sides of my vision. Only then can I truly define the center path; And it appears clearly ahead, reaching into You. Upon it I shall fervently ride... And let all obstacles shrink at my approach, Or topple asunder, so that the essence of my wake Will not create seeds of fear and doubt; But those of Truth and Knowledge, And produce abundant fruit, So that, when I reach the end of my journey And gaze back, I will see fertile fields -- And not barren wastelands. Leave me with no regrets and sorrows after my ride, Whether anon or lasting till I'm weary And in dire need of conclusive repose. Then will I know that I rode truly and with my utmost Capacity and strongest passions--- And that I rode for Truth and Love. And, in my last breath and final hour, May You be there to give this rider hearth And inhale me into You forever, As I exhale these last mortal words . . . "Beloved Creator, What a glorious ride it was." White Shaman � 2004 |