1017 MORNING PRAYER 08-03-21

I pray

in the curtained tub

for a drip

from the showers of blessings,

for no more than a mere

mercy drop

falling.

I sense,

at best,

a listening

from somewhere

else.

At worst,

I hear myself,

talking alone

in a dark place,

hoping for a glimmer

from some far corner

of the universe.

That would be well enough.

Even if all the light I see

is some sudden reflection,

a spark off the teeth

of that menace,

clutching its scythe,

coming,

inexorably ,

to harvest

me.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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