Upon the Board
Expectation in suspension
This is the hovering, the inhalation
The sips of certainty drowned by torrents of wonder
How impervious now to failure we think we are
Surely this will be executed with no splash
A pike, a double twist, and abundant prayer
Fervent at every breath of every waking moment
And catching in the apnea of evening during precious minutes of sleep
A longing moan for More of the Lord Our God
Fill the spaces scourged of joy
Smooth the scars jagged and wary
Grant us peace in our day and
In thy mercy keep us free from sin
Except the mild ones we crave
Let’s have a few of those from time to time to laugh about and smile
And only tell those few whose eyes will twinkle
While You wonder if we ever read Paul’s letters and You know full well we did and that we believe so earnestly in salvation that we think it’s probably okay
And what is sin anyway and
Isn’t everything kind of a sin anyhow and
It was like that when I got here
And thank You for Your love or
Surely there’s a place for me in hell right next to Henry Miller & my
Punishment is having to listen to him recite his own
Awful books
For eternity
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