I know not how often my prayers to suspend,
To write down words poetic.
Would I be better poorly praying,
Or attempted rhymes, pathetic?
Hopefully, both prosaic prayer,
And feeble rhyming can God please.
One taking words from thin air,
The other placing them there, from ones knees.
And cannot cause a prayer to rhyme,
Even if not so grandly.
Or cause a poem to come prayer-like,
Classic or a “country dandy.”
Prayer and poems should the heart express,
Noon day, morning, or midnight.
And smooth or crude they should say,
The soul’s deep sorrow, or joyous delight.
– eab, 4/2/07
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