prayer life

you pray before you
go to sleep, it's a
nightly calling involving
catholic guilt, fear
and blind faith, but
after confessing
a half a dozen things
that cross your mind,
it's the usual prayers
about sickness
and health, work,
relationships, children,
parents. world peace
would be nice too, as
well as a prayer for
the victims of natural
disasters that you
just saw on the eleven
o'clock news.
that sort of thing,
trying hard to cover
all the bases, you even
sneak in a sidebar
about how much good you
could do with your winnings
if allowed to pick
the correct string of
numbers for the mega
million lottery.
basically it's alot
of blah blah blah
that God has heard
over and over again when
you are too tired to put
together something original,
something nice and sincere,
but the hurriedness
of it all doesn't mean
you don't mean it, and
you understand that He
probably gets that too,
He is God after all and
He realizes that you
are tired and need some
sleep after a long hard
day of work and trying
to behave as best
you can in this day
and age of the internet
and dating, being single
and having a martini
shaker on your kitchen
counter. so you should be
good with those prayers,
but feel that you need
to mix it up a little.
you don't want God to
get bored with you,
or punish you with the
plague, or locusts, or
forty years of wandering
around the desert, hmmm,
you think, maybe that's
what's been going on
after all. after this
brief epiphany you are
really tired, and look
at the clock on the
nightstand. almost
three minutes of continual
prayer has taken place.
you are exhuasted so
you unfold your hands
and try to get some sleep.
still feeling guilty.