Prayer

This prayer,
this soothing chant,
voice of mystery made human,
settles into my breast
like a mother's milk
comforting a child
at the end of a long day
of struggle.

Let me rest my head
at the crook of your arm
and place my face
warm on that open strength
and I will sleep
with the peace of knowing
loving kindness
forget everything--
the suffering
of the mind.