One Thing I Forgot to Mention

 

I pray for the victims

Every one I hear of

On the news or on-line

On the page or when someone

In the room tells me

I pray for them to come home

 

And if I learn

I’d rather not have prayed for one

Too bad for me

The soul is not my bailiwick,

Thank goodness

Spirits are not on my plate

In my scale pan

Or wherever

That is someone else’s charge

The one who does it perfectly

 

So I pray

Briefly, mostly in a straightforward way

Depending on concentric circles

From my heart

 

I’m only human

I have favorites

But then I also need to keep in mind

The universe is biased toward gravity

God is biased toward love

Perfection mollified

For me

For you

For all of us who need the chance

Of human fallibility

To make it home despite the storm or any conflagration,

Anyway

 

C L Couch

 

 

Lord’s Prayer in Aramaic (Syriac)