Treasure Island

Francis Santaquilani


I like how you pray


I like how you pray.

You just stop

Wherever you are,

At any point in the battle,

And calmly pull

Heaven down around you

Like a cloak that

Becomes a fort.

The angels,

Your sentries,

Take their posts.



I pray too,

But on the run.

I can't seem to stop

And hunker down.

Alway breathless from

Another foray. My faith

Threadbare and flapping

Behind me as I

Zigzag through

Open country.

Submitted: Sunday, April 09, 2006
Edited: Sunday, April 09, 2006

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  • Chuck Audette (6/6/2006 5:50:00 PM)

    Wonderful imagery and creativity in this. Love the cloak metaphors. Always looking forward to your new stuff... -chuck (Report) Reply

  • Sonny Rainshine (4/9/2006 8:13:00 AM)

    Very beautiful, especially the image at the end of zig-zagging through open country. There are all kinds of ways to pray-I think it was Auden, but I'm not sure about that, who said that anytime we think of someone or something other than ourselves, we're praying, in a sense. Thanks for writing and sharing a nice poem with us. (Report) Reply

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