My heart stands flutt'ring in the wind <br />and not a soul to reach <br />to take my shriveled, bleeding heart <br />yet, ho! I sit and preach <br /> <br />to preach in ink what tongues have said <br />a thousand books before. <br />The holy book lays not alone <br />but with my bitter lore. <br /> <br />I tell you 'love me all, ' but still <br />in hearing small reply <br />I'm feeling what the Lord has bared <br />in smaller quantity <br /> <br />Lord, let me see the light of red <br />for I now hold your own. <br />Let the red light cross my field <br />to have my heart be sown. <br /> <br />If time be key, I pray, how long <br />to wait before I love. <br />If none behold my future then <br />release me like a dove.<br /><br />Andrea Stuckey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/praying-for-a-red-light/
