Ease
By Ben Greer
Sometimes my prayers are short
they stop above my head
and God must bend to lift
the ones which I have pled
not nearly hard enough.
But when I think again
about my little pleas
is it some kind of sin
to offer them with ease?
I’m getting old, not long to live.
I hold my life above a sieve.
Copyright Credit: Poem copyright ©2020 by Ben Greer, “Ease” from The Naked Prince, New and Selected Poems, (Press 53, 2020). Poem reprinted by permission of Permissions Company, LLC and the publisher.