We've Forgotten How to Pray
Protestant Grave Yard in Rome-taken in 2013
We've Forgotten how to Pray-
we beckon some miracle, let us
hold some meeting, where the words
are whispered treasure-in vaulted halls
but let them be sung in the forest
amongst the trees and
earthen scents, the chirping, bright
vessels of God's messengers-their letter carrying feathers
fluttering in the air twisting to heaven
where God will hear our psalms with each
tender song the sing to him
their grace and form may be the
surpassing peach we seek to reach