To Whom do you listen?
My mind often wanders off
With thoughts of mischief
Fantasizes of getting up to things
I shouldn’t
But then I don’t,
Not because I hadn’t wanted to
But because I find myself encumbered by
Sequences of events that prevent its
Execution, denying my opportunity
Which had so recently appeared
so inviting.
“Give us this day our daily bread
and deliver us from evil
“and lead me not into temptation”.
That’s how it seems to work
My mantra repeated nightly
Since childhood
With practiced rhythm
as sleep descends
Keeps me safe from my own devils.
“Our Father who art in Heaven”, and
Presumably mine is, my
Minister father now dead
These 76 years, perhaps guiding my path.
He most likely smiles at my frustration.
Amen.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 10:52 AM UTC
To Whom do you listen?
My mind often wanders off
With thoughts of mischief
Fantasizes of getting up to things
I shouldn’t
But then I don’t,
Not because I hadn’t wanted to
But because I find myself encumbered by
Sequences of events that prevent its
Execution, denying my opportunity
Which had so recently appeared
so inviting.
“Give us this day our daily bread
and deliver us from evil
“and lead me not into temptation”.
That’s how it seems to work
My mantra repeated nightly
Since childhood
With practiced rhythm
as sleep descends
Keeps me safe from my own devils.
“Our Father who art in Heaven”, and
Presumably mine is, my
Minister father now dead
These 76 years, perhaps guiding my path.
He most likely smiles at my frustration.
Amen.