Listen Lord – A Prayer (8 of 8)
And man became a living soul. Amen.
We lift our prayers, our noble thoughts to Thee,
our source of strength and creativity.
These words, these phrases – our meditation,
we presently petition at your throne.
But listen, Lord, just between you and me,
things ain’t so right down here. The folks you left
in charge have gone astray – the golden calf
is all they seek, an idol that they made
with their own hands. Keep us in your light, Lord,
on the righteous path. Forgive the sinners,
languishing in Babylon. Take pity
on the poets and artists who fall short.
It’s more than just a painting for a poem.