Mr. Nobody's Prayer Poem by Cameron Robertson

Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy Kingdom come,
Visions will be done,
On earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil,
For Thine is the Kingdom. . .

And outside of your Kingdom
we construct thy name,
All the while dealing with your mess
And wondering who's to blame.

Little by little, brick by brick,
We build our worlds.
We grow,
And our worlds grow around us.
What is growth but change?

Passage from one thing to
Another, continuity amongst
Continuous change.
Small measure on small measure,
Our plans come to fruition or fail
To find us our forgotten treasure.
The Devil is in the detail.

Power is the ability to turn
The contents of our minds into
Action in the world around us.

This happens through coercion
And compromise, intentions
And the social, legal and political
Structures which shape our choices.

What we think of ourselves,
Gets translated,
For better or worse,
For richer or poorer,
Into what others think of us;

Rarely does the whole arrive
At a conclusion which bares
No resemblance or relevance
To the individuals that comprise it.

And now, how to bring this to a poetic close,
Perhaps an Amen or thanks be to whoever?
Maybe there is no answer.
That would be too much,
Or at-least a touch too clever.