Prayer

John A. Di Camillo

Peace.
Sacred silence settles on the soul.
The heart’s thin veil is gently lifted.
Her eyes, in looking out, see in.
Distortion, distraction, delusion:
Cut down by serenity’s blade,
Crimson clarity.

Life courses swiftly, silent and steady,
Unseen but softly felt,
Until now, exposed, shines bright and crimson, crimson.

John A. Di Camillo, a Dappled Things assistant editor, graduated from the University of Pennsylvania in 2006 and is currently studying Bioethics at the Athenaeum Pontificium Regina Apostolorum in Rome.