Morning Prayer, August 13th, 2007.

If we must suffer,
All of us — Is there meaning?
I pray for my friends.

If I could suffer
For you, I would. Ah, dear friends
A warm summer breeze.

I am trapped in flesh.
Flesh like this was once divine.
Ah, friends. A warm breeze.

This warm breeze. I pray
For you, my friends, and for me.
To the one who knows.