Thought
Are we porous, full of holes
For patching up unending?
Poor defective birth born souls
Whose happiness is pending?
Sobbing, urging, give to me
Hearts torn for comfort send
Children cry in desperate plea
As if their little world will end
So many wants and gaps to fill
That prayers are never ending
Hopes that heavenly store will
By angel’s courier be sending
Presents missed in present time
If met with blind unfeeling
Adopt with ease new paradigm
Then play with trust proceeding
No half nor empty glass is true
No correcting acts or hollow pits
Nothing more for adding to
Save artfully shaped new habits
One perfect total kingdom here
No faults or tiny cracks appear
Stress dispelled and tension gone
Serenely glide like graceful swan
Prayer
O Lord, I ask only for your constant presence; you are the giver of abundance in all things. Your vessel is always full and overflowing. Anxieties only arise when I stop feeling your eternal presence here and now, when I fail to tune my attention to your totality and perfection. Yet you stand by and with me always.