Ambrose Bierce

(24 June 1842 - 26 December 1913 / Horse Cave Creek, Ohio)

To-Day - Poem by Ambrose Bierce

I saw a man who knelt in prayer,
And heard him say:
'I'll lay my inmost spirit bare

'Lord, for to-morrow and its need
I do not pray;
Let me upon my neighbor feed

'Let me my duty duly shirk
And run away
From any form or phase of work

'From Thy commands exempted still
Let me obey
The promptings of my private will

'Let me no word profane, no lie
Unthinking say
If anyone is standing by

'My secret sins and vices grave
Let none betray;
The scoffer's jeers I do not crave

'And if to-day my fortune all
Should ebb away,
Help me on other men's to fall

'So, for to-morrow and its mite
I do not pray;
Just give me everything in sight

I cried: 'Amen!' He rose and ran
Like oil away.
I said: 'I've seen an honest man

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 29, 2012

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