ON PRAYER

I call the Gods and Goddesses of myths and lores,
Religions and cults and storied stores;
I pray and beg and shake and yelp,
That I might awaken just one to help.

It matters not which book or story,
Which tattered scroll or tale of glory;
I'll take whatever comes this day,
To take my hand, to lead the way!

As I travel this path alone,
And trip and stumble upon each stone,
I reach out for a thought to hold -
But none is there, none is told.

Looking to the evening sky
I clench my teeth and close my eyes.
And send a silent, and soulful plea
For - someone's - God to walk with me!

--Charlie Gould*

*"Works and plays well with others, and does not eat his young."


©1998 Charlie Gould