Prayer for Words
My voice restore for me.
Here is the wind bending the reeds westward,
The patchwork of morning on gray moraine:
Had I words I could tell of origin,
Of God’s hands bloody with birth at first light,
Of my thin squeals in the heat of his breath,
Of the taste of being, the bitterness,
And scents of camas root and chokecherries.
And, God, if my mute heart expresses me,
I am the rolling thunder and the bursts
Of torrents upon rock, the whispering
Of old leaves, the silence of deep canyons.
I am the rattle of mortality.
I could tell of the splintered sun. I could
Articulate the night sky, had I words.
Used with permission of the poet.
N. Scott Momaday
Navarro Scott Mammedaty, a Kiowa Indian, was born in Lawton, Oklahoma in
Date Published: 2019-08-07
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/prayer-words