My Prayer

    “My Prayer,” New Era, Nov. 1985, 51

    My Prayer

    I guess all I really want to say is

    Thank you.

    I don’t want anything.

    I don’t need anything.

    Except to let you know that

    I appreciate you.

    Thank you

    for creating rainbows after thunderstorms.

    And for make such an essential thing

    like sunlight


    Thank you for creating a universe so immense

    that I cannot begin to imagine all the beauty within,

    and for leaving a few questions unanswered,

    for me to ponder.

    Thank you

    for making people of so many different sizes and colors

    and for teaching us all to smile in the same language.

    Thank you

    for giving us four seasons each so different and unique

    that they seem new each time around


    well … just thank you for the chance I have to start

    all over fresh each day.

    Thank you

    for making such a perfect world

    and for letting me borrow a corner of it for just a little while.

    Most of all,

    Thank you for listening.