The Prayers That Had Once Been For Salvation Poem by Pierre Rausch

He woke each morning very early
With a sense of wonderment, a sense of being
blessed
He would be left ironic after hours of work
We will make a ritual of it
The prayers that had once been for salvation
Least personal, and out of the older man
He could not have explained it better
The prayers that had once been for salvation
But the work he does, the believers he sees
His opinion has nothing to do with the future
His silence, his melancholy, his comic complaints
It was not sacred, it was touchable
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Sometimes I felt a sense of apprehension
And how much worse it would be
With the rythmic whirl of his words
Oh it's not forgotten - the big crazy car
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