to go a mighty way,
all I do is fold my hands
and then proceed to pray.
God sends a coach to meet me
with curtains at the side
so no one sees me praying
no matter where I bide.
High above the snowpeaks
the warm stars wink at me
as back and forth I pray my way
here to infinity.
I share my silent secrets in
a galactic catecomb;
then tired from the trip, I call
an Amen to ride home.
-- by Pete Voelz 06
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