Some prayers of saints
Wear hand-tatted ivory lace
Whereas others are like old
Mismatched chipped china.
The much-blessed sing their
Gratitudes, melodious notes
Run all around the scale.
And midnight supplications
Of desperate souls, spiral down
Long list of life’s itching hungry needs
Summed up at dawn—then a pause
For breath, sighed humble closing:
“I’ll settle for not being
Forgotten, Lord…please don’t
Lose track of me.”
©Jael Sook, 2017 All rights reserved.
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