I said a prayer for you in the cathedral,
not to any god but
to the veined and ancient stone
to the arches of gold luster
to the flame of every candle.
I said a prayer in blue-black waves
to the dark feathered bird
presiding from his stone,
that for you, I could become a sea
watery and vast.
I said a prayer in earth brown sheets
that for you I could become a vessel
flexible and soft.
That for you, I could become the home
before all homes.