The Daily Prayer The Daily Prayer
AUG 2010 OCT 2017
Be forever young 'n humble; seven yearlings of plenty famine;
Feel ancient and royal; youthful graybeard commoner now,
Ride tall in the saddle; old hoary, crooked headed ancien
Do something nifty; content to just, just walk crookedly
Take someone's hand if they permit, for hands gnarled,
Unexpectedly: roughened and time toughened,
Drive home in the slow lane; only the city bus, now bows, kneels,
Do the de minims; how has the minimalist become
Do the de maximis; the max, the best old-dog-in-show?
Leave a book on a park bench; forgetfulness, unintended bonuses,
Use pen n paper, write a letter; the fingers shaky press cell button,
Take a chance, make people laugh; your appearance quite the joke,
Barrel into contention; a barrel casket, half your wardrobe
Show mercy to the confused, no arrogance, have mercy upon poets,
Show anger to the abusers. for they fear voices calling out, account!
Bless a child with both hands; now take their blessings returned
Grasp your soul; throw it down, others sidle, it's our time, now,
Then raise a child to the sky. to raise you up father of fathers
Straight up, straighten your time bents, curves,
Build a continuum, honor thy work ever continuing
You and they, we, and you, we are all your steps,
on a ladder of each poem, to guide us heavenward
*each poem a prayer, each prayer a poem, passing back, coming forth in the crests upon the beach and bay you so loved, the moon and sun both shine simultaneously while it rains straight,
all come, each to recite,
even the One with whom you vociferous argued, unrepentantly,
all here, together placing that weighty last period at the end of
your daily prayer.
