I can't sleep... what's new? Was thinking about my friend Jane as she slips away, then I remembered this prayer I wrote last year. Was nice to re-read, contemplate, and absorb. Thought I was overdue for a post anyway, so here it be.
On These Our Wings of Lonely Lifted Peat
On these our wings of lonely lifted peat
we see from heights above our waiting graves,
the alabaster jar has doused the feet
Of Him whose holy pertinence retreats
and leaves the chaise of human lawns to slave
our thresh upon the floor as sifted wheat.
And what rough beast strolls calmly down our street
and asks those fears to kindly go behave
with perfume poured upon our tombs and feet?
The parlors of the box are not discrete;
nor do the words upon these stones engrave
the kernel of our hope in planted wheat.
To Him whose holy pertinence retreats,
our doubts upon this cross we ask You waive;
take humble jars of fragrance bitter sweet
Raise broken heels above our vain conceit,
trade blessings for the burdens of our graves
until such time Thy work is last complete
on these our wings of lonely lifted peat.
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