Working on Good Friday 1997

I worked this Good Friday.

I did not pray.

I wrote about prayer, though.

Made it sound good,

like something worth doing;

I believe I wrote that

doing was praying,

and singed the praises of those who did

good works.

I wrote about them

and did not pray,

yet hoped my work

was prayer, hoped

my prayer was good

in the same way,

I hope this poem

turns to prayer.


Next year, I will pray

on Good Friday

even if I have good work

to do.

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