Prayers

Prayers that were birds winging wide,
Daring the flame of the sun,
How have you faltered and died,
Now the day's done!

Prayers must be brave for the dark,
Strong for the chill of the star,
Fearing no fate to embark
Over the bar.

Prayers of the sun and the moon,
Prayers for the sky and the nest,
All must reach haven so soon--
Which shall reach rest?