UPON RECEIVING A VISION OF THE LORD'S PRAYER

Dark swirling in my chaos

Clouds and blacker clouds

Vague unessences

Far away the page appears

God's advice distinct in letters, but each

Word Made Tiny By Distance.

Around me turmoil rumbles

But I will, I make the effort,

I recite them more than read them,

Even my recitation dim and unsure

But the doing of it is the offering to

The Word Made Tiny By Distance.


{I had assumed the script approached me faintly.

It was only days later it struck me--was it actually shrinking as it receded?

(Don't let it get even smaller!)

But in this world it happens.}