Litany

by Connor Brown

In the sins of my youth three patterns emerge     A longing to be lost in the ether of Being    To have and to hold and to bow to the world as it bows to itself in the wind    To be kept in the sway and cradle of what Hands Invisible upbear me     But now I say O let me be lost in what may give me back to myself     May I practice detachment from that which I grasp and let me live let me live    for the love    and move and breathe as a match     struck at last on the carton that’s kept it from flame    My name is no secret    just a long long lesson I am ready to learn    And if on further searching you find I am not well then    My God    My God make me

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Connor Brown is a writer and mental health counselor in training based in West Chicago, IL. His poetry has previously appeared or is set to appear digitally in Ekstasis Magazine and Amethyst Review, and in print in Solum Journal (Vol. V).