the daily prayer

I hurt myself praying
the other day
for a husband
your friend linda tells you,
holding up her
arm, wrapped in a white
cast.
I was praying, kneeling
in St. Mary's
and fell asleep.
I hit my head on the pew
and rolled
onto the floor.
I twisted my arm
when it caught the shelf
where they keep
the hymnals and bibles.
an altar boy revived
me with a chalice of wine.
I can only pray now
with one hand up.
the other
is at my side on account
of the nerve damage.
still the same prayer?
yes, she says,
but i'm worried now,
with only one arm in use.