It’s not that I forgot how to pray
But when you’ve lost faith, what’s the point?
What if faith is the least of losses?
Meditation and Daydreams
Painting and Music and
Fiction and Hollywood and
Sexual Fantasies that somehow stay warm on the coldest nights
Memories beyond the imagination of mortals
Memories of a heaven more real and more perfect than
Hear me, Oh Lord
Or: Our Father who art in heaven
Or: Now I lay me down to sleep
Or: Hail, sweet, beautiful, woman, filled with untrammeled grace
They end the same: