Tuesday poem: Prayer
December 17, 2012
Prayer
Let me kill the cynicism
that dogs me, toothily.
Let cleverness die
just for today;
let me believe
with simplicity,
that hope was born
that hope is with us
that hope will come again.
Let me lie down in pillowy hay;
no more maybes and yets
and tired, half-hearted smirk.
Or better still, blow me, now, full-sailed
and squalling, billowing onto faith.
P.S. Cottier
May I wish all my readers a Merry Christmas, whatever their faith (or lack of faith).
And, to get away from simple faith and back to weird curiosity, note how two of the wise men in Jacques Daret’s painting seem to be talking into their sleeves, like security guards looking after a VIP.
For the last time this year, click this feather for further poetic gifts. It’ll all be happening again next year, from January 22nd.
PS Cottier 
I like this immensely Penelope. Beautifully balanced between cynicism questioning and hope. And the security guards …:-)
And last of all the Christmas snow. Have a truly relaxed and enjoyable Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Thank you Helen! The snow Just appears, and a little reminder to me that the blogosphere is really based in North America. Living in Australia you sometimes forget that you’re not the centre of the world…(that’s also half-ironic).
I intend to relax, don’t worry. Tonight I am going spousal to a dinner. Saturday out with a friend. Then total vegetation. I favour a cucumber.
I hope you are equally relaxed soon, whatever fruit, legume or vegetable you favour.
Merry Christmas, Penelope, and all the very best for 2013.