It’s All Prayer

I Used to Believe
Prayer Meant
Knees On the Floor,
Head Bowed, Eyes Closed,
Lips Formed Around
Words Like
“Holy Father” or
“Blessed Savior” or
“Almighty God.”

Perhaps So,
If It Pleases You . . .
Reverence Has Its Place.

I Will Not Judge,
Lest I Be Judged.

But I’m Also Learning
Not to Judge
When One Joyful Bro
Prays With His Fellow Bro
By Clinking Brewskis
and Singing
“Glory Be”
While Laughing Heavenward.

Or Heavenly Sisters
Dance
While Singing
The Chorus to
“Light My Fire” by
The Doors,
as They Try to
Set The Night Aflame.

Or You Sit,
Sobbing,
When The Angel, Clarence,
Rescues George Bailey from
Oblivion In
“It’s a Wonderful Life.”

Or You Just Rescued
a Spider
Before Your Shower
Washed It
Down the Drain.

It’s All Prayer,
Brothers and Sisters.

It’s All Prayer.

(Photo by Ashkan Ala; UnSplash)

 

You Know That Party?

You Know That Party
You’re Going To . . .

Amazing!

‘Cause Usually You
Light a Match
to Those Invitations,
Choosing, Instead, to
Be At Home, Reading
That Tom Robbins Novel
or Watching Adam Sandler In
“Punch-Drunk Love”
for the Fifth Time.

You Know That Party
You’re Going To . . .

Amazing!

‘Cause Usually You
Toss Those Invitations,
Choosing, Instead, To
Sit on the Couch and Stew
About that Leaky Faucet
and the Unmowed Lawn
and the Car You’re
Too Damn Lazy to Wash.

You Know That Party
You’re Going To . . .

Amazing!

Your Friends Will Be There,
Someone Will
Turn Up the Music
Till Even You
Pretend You
Know How To Dance.

But Here’s the Best Part:

You Know the One
Some Call God,
But You Call The Maker?

The Maker
Wants To Be Your Date
at That Party.

The Maker
Loves Parties.

The Maker
Wants To Go With You
to That Party.

No, Wait . . .

The Maker
Wants To Go
AS
You.

 

Who’s Saving Who?

Your Soul
Doesn’t Need
To Be Saved.

Your Soul
Happened
When The Being
Who Formed Your World
from Love and Light,
Joy and Laughter,
Shined a Ray of
That Beauty
Into Being
You,

and Placed You
In the Womb of
Mother Earth
To Inhabit the
Flesh and Bones,
Veins and Brain
You Imagine to Be
Your Self.

But That Same
Imagination
Often Dreams
Nightmares of
Cosmic Distance
from The Beauty
That Is
The Soul of You,

Imagining It to Be
Lost,

Searching Desperately
In a Thousand Places
With Eyes Too Often
Blind
To The Soul
That’s Dancing
With Joy,
Love and Light and Laughter,

Tying It’s Lifeline To
The Heart of You.

No, My Fearful Friend,
Your Soul Is Here
To Save
The You That Is
You.

(Photo by Andrej Lišakov; UnSplash)