Poem: Prayer

Poem: Prayer




Since I’ve welcomed you

I have become aware

Of things untended


A cobweb here, there

Paint cracked and peeling

Ceiling tiles stained

From an ages-old



Will your room be drafty

Because I haven’t mended

The broken pane?

Will your sleep be sound despite

The squeaks and rattles and creaking boards?

Surely dinner will fill you the same

Even on a chipped plate!


It is a good house

And a good land

But you know that these are not my own.

All that I can claim

Are things untended to;

But will you yet stay?

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