benediction toll

a small prayer never hurts

dare one question for a sky-born reply

something profoundly simple 

that prods black clouds and hammer-taps warheads

catch your higher power off guard

compose new rules to shatter

flog a modern varnish onto archaic bells

sing an open-ended psalm that counter-punches fate

 

laugh an honest prayer; dash dead silence with a joke

there is an ice shelf of fear that needs to melt

before clear smiles can shine new days

dare one question

 just hang a riddle on brittle air

something devoutly painful

that scrapes numb skin from hot fibrous nerves

feed your aching worries to the clouds

 

relinquish your barbwire cross for a single

barbaric  peal

and inhale the resonant connection

of flesh and fog

howl the rabid dog until it sleeps

Author's Note

I suppose that I pray a little different from most folks.

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

Oh yeah, I think we could say that. A little different. Me, I prefer not to trouble blue satin sky with 'bootless prayers' :)

I love the way you've turned one simple question into a battering ram to pound on heaven's gate. Your language in this poem is simply sublime - so many different ways to describe heaven and each as unique as a thumb print.
A very tasty apple.

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

is there anything wrong with that? *smiles*

this is simply beautiful in your own uniquely awesome way *beams* it feels exalted, while still being of the earth