Praying for Peace
I pray for peace
In my little spot
I pray for peace
A lot.
Peace with siblings
He moves in and out our homes
Peace with trouble makers
Peace with neighbors
Peace with strangers
The Calm Behind the Music
Listen for the quiet
Calming sounds
Behind the rattling
Background noise
We call music
They whisper
Ever so lightly
They long to replace our distractions
Mud Pits
I look yonder with
Mud in my eye
I have dug my
Mud pit of regret
Eye high
You have done so too.
I see you with
Spit in your eye
We both spy
Each other’s
Mud as though
On high
I was brought up in a staunch religious world being taught that my religion was the best one, the true one. I was brought close to the altar serving Mass at the age of 5 or 6. I memorized Latin. The first two words | learned in Latin were. “Ad Deum” or ” To God Who is hey joy of my youth”. Ad Deum qui laetificat, juventutem meam, meaning “To God Who is the joy of my youth”. That was many years ago. Since then, my life has been indelibly affected by “the church”. For years, I hardly asked questions about what it all meant. It was so illustrious and mysterious to me that I just followed.