Take time out today
to kneel in church and pray for what you've got
or if not in some formal setting
get in the frame of mind
and let in
the light.

I might go down to the riverside where time sits easily atop the tide and inside,I feel the endless flow of knowing where and how to go.
This is my chapel in the mud and silt,the church I never built but was graciously endowed by my Mother sea
and here I can be at one,commune with whatever is,that which gives me a reason to live.

So I give my thanks down by the riverbanks,it has always been this way,
I can't kneel and pray
surrounded by great walls of stone where echoes remind me that whoever else is there, I am alone.
Here,
in the early movement of the ceaseless sea is where I'll be
waiting for some divinity,
who will appear if it behoves him or her to come and share a prayer too
It's Sunday
and what else is there to do?