A Prayer for Everything

A Prayer for Everything

Let your balm
Bleed forth into
This desperate world
Slowly, to breed hope
Surely, to seed faith
Flowingly, to lift
Us with love

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Bomb Bay

Bomb Bay

I shouldn’t have taken off
With such Bravado
Fuel is plenty
When you are twenty

Our bombs are dropped away
We have closed the bomb bay
I see the shore line
My engines are not fine

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The Dance

The Dance

I forget
You remember,

I fall
You lift me up.

I mess up
You clean up.

I get angry
You smile.

I doubt
You give me faith.

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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.