This world is too close for comfort, <br />But too dear to ever release; <br />We only leave it, kicking and screaming- <br />Unless we crave for an instant peace. <br /> <br />Unrounded world, all full of rough spots; <br />Torturing us till the bitter end; <br />But what else is there beside you- <br />And what else, could we apprehend? <br /> <br />World, that hangs on the thin thread of time, <br />In space, where the suns all are singing, <br />Please hold us close, to your milky bosom; <br />And then gather us in, to your being.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-prayer-for-unbelievers/
