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.
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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful imagery and creativity in this. Love the cloak metaphors. Always looking forward to your new stuff... -chuck