“Microcosm”
Sitting in my lift chair,
Covid perched upon my chest,
I struggle for a healing breath—
Come Holy Spirit be my guest!
Ruthless as a wrestler,
In and out in waves it comes,
I fight each day for breath to pray—
Come Good Lord with fife and drums!
God the Father spoke the Word,
An entire universe unfurled;
I wrestle with this demon strain—
Come, Lord, remake one little world.
“Lord, Teach Me to Pray”
Each day anew I try to pray;
Each day I falter quickly!
My list is short, each person kin;
My inability is sin!
LORD: Help with my distractions!
King of the Universe, today
Help me not lose track and quit
Before I finish half of it!
Before sin rears its ugly head!
LORD: Help with my distractions!
I try to keep my mind alert,
Not think about her bright short skirt;
Lost in details with no bearing,
Everyone one a foul red herring!
I could wear a rough hair shirt,
But then I’d think how much it hurt!
LORD: Help with my distractions!
Our Father who art in the trees
Watching all the churning leaves,
Turning in the lofty breeze—
Lost again in deep distraction!
You alone I’d truly love,
Send down your pure dove from above
To distract me from distractions!
Amen!
