Thank You Thank You Thank You
A while ago when I first realized I was actually GETTING OLDER, I started writing secular there isn't a god but anyway I want to pray prayers. They were an experiment, a funny kind of anti holy holy project. I put them everywhere: napkins envelopes notebooks any surface where I could write. i scattered them, and did not gather them together in one prayer place. Now though, I am gathering them together a little more.
Dear Maybe God and Maybe Not
of pomegranates of bananas of the pedestrian Mackintosh and also the incomparable Honey Crisp of Oak Leaf Lettuce and Iceberg god of our across the street neighbors who bought a high plastic fence god of the eighty year old postmistress who said yesterday all men only want one thing (and her friend Martha said what and they both laughed for five minutes straight) god of my ex yoga teacher Noel he announced you have to be meshugah to want to do yoga god of sweet corn and community college god of lloyd the local mechanic who married the fourth time this summer to a woman whose car broke down god of every single summer even when it rains god of pillows and cherries god of every single person god of today and tomorrow even yesterday help us pay attention.