My Prayer Is A Simple One Poem by Sophia Conway

I threw myself upon Mount Sinai
and demanded answers for my shame.
This pain
that burns within me is often stronger than
the peace I know exists. I want to
know what it is to feel truly free, to be
burdened with love while weightless in fear.
I want you to answer me
From the storm around
in a whisper as I cover
my face too,
For my soul to be fed by ravens in a desert
place where hope has died. To fly with
eagle wings and outrun the world with
strength only of you.
I don't want to understand. Keep
your revelation
such knowledge is too glorious
for me. My shoulders are too small for
glory. But
give me a pure heart and show me
your face
so that I can find the courage to
finish this race
and hear you say,
"Well done".