A SMALL MISUNDERSTANDING
This was the first prayer ever taught us,
Long before we could understand
Or be aware of our need for prayer.
Standing in ragged rows, eyes closed, we began,
‘Our Father, who art in heaven.’
But through a small misunderstanding
This became a little prayer for
‘Our Arthur, who art in Devon.’
Still, even not knowing Arthur,
We were happy that our prayer
Put that little intrepid wanderer
Into such safe and loving care.
©2018 Gwen Grant
I’ve had no e-mail for over a week, so, sadly, I haven’t
been able to read any of your posts. My loss entirely and
I feel it. Hopefully, things will now be back to normal.
Back at last, after no internet for days and days.
A MINUTE AFTER MIDNIGHT
The world is dressing already
For a day of loveliness.
New dreams poised to take over
From all the old dreams
Frayed at the edges.
Hope patching the tattered pieces
Until you can’t even see the join.
© 2020 Gwen Grant
TIME WAS ON OUR SIDE
We remember those days
Full of sunshine and tenderness,
When the lovely hours
Of shadow and frost bitten glory
Seemed as if they would never end.
When love made the ordinary glorious,
Sending us forever blazing
Into whatever came next.
Wide awake to any small beauty.
Closing our eyes to shadows lounging
On the edge of evening,
Denying darkness of any description,
Wanting only to remember
The colour of flowers,
The brightness of morning
And all of us together.
©2023 Gwen Grant