"Please be good, God"
Now that's
one heck of a prayer.
It just slipped out, when
I realized I was begging my
computer, please be good
little guy. I know, sometimes
you conk out. Probably have to,
though. Too much on your
mind, need a break - that's okay.
Please be good though for me,
Then I realized this was just a bit
too close to praying
to a black box whose miracles
I can't even understand. So
I switched the aim
"Please be good, God"
then I laughed. Praying
for God to be good
is like giving yourself a hand
in a way you can't applaud.
Maybe after, not during
at least. Let us be not vulgar
or vain or gross in this, but
be Good, God
I prayed. And I laughed, 'cause
I know God is good. Then reflected
I do have faith! Please be good
in this God, this little way, help
this little black box keep up
and run clean. Now
I know if it doesn't, it don't
mean you're mean. Sometimes shit
happens, and it's nobody's fault
but either free will or physics
that's all. Sometimes an inconvenient
application occurs, or fails in the one
or the other of those. And a miracle
is not indicated, at least...maybe
nobody asked, so the course ran
on, and that course is a beast
sometimes. So I asked. But
I'd ask please not test
my faith in this. Though
I know it would be for the best,
somehow if you did. I've got the faith
of a child during summer vacation
and tests often go amiss. Don't worry
I pass, on most all of them. That's a zero F
- sixty points lower than D. If I happen
to walk into it though, I can bend and mend
True/False or multiple choice by means
of essays, and tick every box. I don't mind
a test, so long as it's not ruled
by some substitute parent
spinning dark sarcasm
at the top of the class
in mismatched sox. Please
be good, for me, in the matter
of this black box. Thank
you.
Doesn't mean that much
but you're welcome to help,
now, by miracle
or visitation, it's just me
who has to tell between. I trust you
for all tricks and tests I've applied
or guest through like a star
on tv.
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