The Physical Power of Prayer
Sometimes throughout a normal day or night
my mind is taken by a sudden fright
and a portion of it, usually small,
turns like active rebels in my great hall
and demands in no uncertain terms rights
to speak and command the rest of my all.
For to this certain charging sect, its clear,
the end of my days and nights is near!
A bell is rung when this foul charge is sung,
the sect hijacks my peaceable order---
my heart and nerves and spirit beat quarters,
my pulse and timing change elevation.
I end upon my knees, always, in prayer,
where pulse to pulse fingertips subdue this care.
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