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[aid] => mick
[title] => Thank-You Prayer
[time] => 2007-06-13 20:43:08
[hometext] => This is the poem I've spent the last eight years trying to write. It says everything I've ever been unable to put into words, perfectly.
[bodytext] => Heavenly Father, Thank you for all that you have done for me. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart for my parents and grandparents, and for all the wonderful things they’ve done for me over the years. Thank you for their grandparents, who abolished slavery, and their grandparents, who founded this very nation, and their grandparents, and their grandparents, who cleared and worked our land to establish the New World in the name of England. Thank you for the explorers who came before them, the renaissance masters who came before them, and the knights and crusaders who came before them. Thank you for William the Conqueror, for Charlemagne, for the Arabian occupation of the Iberian peninsula, for the infallibility of the papacy, for the Holy Roman Empire, for Caesar and Brutus, for Judas, the dutiful, for your one and only son who died for my sins. Thank you, Father for the twelve tribes of Israel, for the kings and judges who gave them strength, for Hammurabi and Moses, who brought laws to men, for the Babylonians, whose enslavement of the Jews taught us about demons and hell, for the Egyptians, who drove us to more fertile ground, for Job, the faithful, for Abraham, the negotiator, for Adam and Eve. Lord, thank you for the pharaohs, whose understanding of geometry, astronomy, and mechanics still baffles us today. Thank you for the Nile, whose fertile floodwaters allowed us to settle down and develop society and culture. Thank you for giving us self-awareness, for the ability to make and use tools, for caves carved out to resonate hymns, for flowers crushed to make paint, for pelts and leather, atlatls, fire, and a sense of time. Thank you for our shortened gestational periods, that let our women have smaller babies, and let our species walk upright, and not in trees. Thank you for making us social creatures. Our exposed flesh and weak muscles would never have lasted without teamwork. Thank you for opposable thumbs. I sincerely enjoy the ability to grasp things. Thank you for milk, for sexual reproduction, for hair, for fingers and toes, for warm blood, canines, incisors, molars, lungs, and tails to keep balance on land. Thank you, Lord, for water, from which you made life, for scales and gills, eyes and nostrils, for plankton and algae, for photosynthesis, mitochondria, flagella, and ribonucleic acid. Thank you for carbon, hydrogen, and oxygen, for volcanic activity and tectonic shifts, for the infinite collisions that shaped our planet and moon, for centrifugal forces, for gravity, for fusion reactions and solar energy, for superheated gas clouds, novae, galaxies, and black holes. Thank you for the singularity from which all matter in the universe was born. Thank you for whatever unwritten occurrences led you to that point. Thank you, God for giving me the strength to reconcile all the conflicting things I hear about you every single day, for the ability to dismiss absurd and archaic beliefs about final judgment and sentient puppetmasters without the need to fill the gaps between free will and divine providence. Thank you for freeing me from mundane rituals and superstitions meant to impart significance on our century of borrowed time, and for allowing me to better spend that time on friendships and love, on comforts and humor. Thank you for giving me awareness of my impending demise, and for the ability to craft poetry about how it might feel. Thank you for letting me envy those who have already come and gone, and for letting me look forward, in a healthy and constructive light, to the day I join the house without hunger, drear, lust, or pain, when the equilibrium I fight daily to maintain no longer requires any work on my behalf. Thank you, God, for letting me see what nobody else does, for letting me live without being preoccupied, and for giving me the upstanding moral, social, and intellectual upbringing to allow me to function, and sometimes thrive, in this crazy world of ours. And, finally, thank you for making me pray tonight, for giving me this framework from which I’ve crafted the very poem I’ve been trying to write for years, and for the peace of mind that follows naturally from having said everything I’ve ever wanted to say. In Jesus Christ’s name, Amen. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 223 [topic] => 21 [informant] => butterat_zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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