True Grit-itude
You are so kind to always think of me
To let me know the error of my ways
To guide me, chide me, Procrustes bed-ize me
To nip my heels when e'er my footpath strays
Five minutes alone in an alley, you snit
And I'll show you how much I appreciate it!
And here's a more serious poem:
Prayer of the Magus
Dear God, the night has passed, the day begun,
I wake to face the horror of the dawn
The cold blue sky and brazen, blazing sun
Obscure my view; the guiding star is gone.
Last night the star was bright, the vision clear
The pathway certain I had sought life long
I knew my God and Bethlehem was near
So near at last, dear God, my faith was strong,
Now hope is gone; I cannot find my way
I feel a fool, as old men often are--
The dreams of night have been subsumed by day
And I, bereft, alone, I doubt the star--
O God, dear God, I pray you once again,
Please, God, please let there be a God. Amen.
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