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Praise to you, God Most High,

For hearing prayer on the fly…

And your delight

Being quiet in your Sight,

Bringing us into your Light.

You would talk with us,

Yet we put up the fuss…

Ne’er slowing down

Nor coming around,

In ways that are not just!

Walking with your children in gardens,

Seeing our eyes at Thee widen…

drying our tears

and calming our fears,

Joy at mutual abiding!

We don’t model for kids,

the closeness and joy you give…

But stay away–

Asking others pray–

Misunderstanding God’s writ.

Pray for me, said like Simon,*

The sorcerer on his own ladder climbing…

Unwilling to claim

Given to him in God’s name,

What Christ, without his help, did buy for him!

–Jonathan Caswell

  •  Simon the Sorcerer…see  The Book of the Acts of the Apostles (or  simply…”ACTS”)  8:9-24.



“My” Sarah comes to the end

Of each work day, this friend…

Beams wider each time

In the exit line,

Then hurries out at day’s end.

Sometimes she’s no time for me,

Which is as it ought to be…

For colleagues so far

She’s the rising star,

Doing her part happily.

Sarah still stops to see

How it is with Security (me)…

It is a thrill

She chooses to dwell

More than a second with me!

Sarah is doing well

In her job as best I can tell…

So glad she came–

I remember her name–

She’s my favorite gal (can you tell?).

Expect she’ll smile more and more,

And I will as she matures…

I do indeed

Expect she’ll succeed,

I pray for her each time, for sure.

–Jonathan Caswell