A Teacher's Prayer: By His Grayness
Oh, my dear GOD, the living GOD,
I know you are here in my life
Before me now even in the light
Of this computer screen
Willing to guide me in my prayers
Already understanding where my
Fingers will touch the keys of my questions
I know you have given me free will
And the responsibilities for the outcomes
Of my choices and actions and even
My thoughts
I know those choices may take me where
I don't really want to be in lack of my wisdom
But I know you have a reason for free will
And understand I will make many wrong choices
And perhaps this is your intent for my learning
Yet God, as I age in my deep pool of experiences
It becomes so much harder to swim chasing tiny waves
Of hopes, dreams, wishes, and mostly fears of being able
To keep my life afloat with the energy of purpose left only
With the buoyancy of loving to create and to teach
And yet bearing the question of my right to teach in contrast
To the quality of my understanding and my passions to give
Others a detour around my life's jagged pathways and a grander
Tour of life's geography than I might guide them through; guide me now:
As a poet, a son, a father, a brother, a lover, a creator and your servant: AMEN
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Author Notes
Poets all seek to be teachers in one way or another
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