Poetry

Prayer Against Peace

Lord, from all your abundance of gifts, grant me,
at this age you have spared me to reach,
the discontent of youth.
Send me sleepless fury
as you withhold from my grasp
the goodnesses you have indulged me
to see embodied
in these my brothers, my sisters;
in her;
and should possession come,
then through your mercy,
I beseech you,
please let me down,
that I may return to work
clawing the wet black Earth for glints of your will.

Daniel Carpenter

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