Above the valley
floor mirages shimmer. Sweat
trickles into my

ears and eye-sockets.
As a boy I learned to shake
off the overflow.

Now I see through it.
Let my own nothingness re-
ceive from Your over-

fullness the excess
which absolves my finitude.
Let the waste blossom.

Author: Tom D'Evelyn

Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at and other sites.

One thought on “Prayer”

  1. I like the possible double meaning of “see through it,” as in “exposed as nothing” or “see by means of.” Excellent.


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