A Possible Prayer

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Lord have mercy on me,
When in a room and forget I’m there.
When I haven’t a clue and haven’t a prayer.
I’m glad you’re there.

Lord have mercy on me,
who thinks she can write
but still gets uptight
about what people think.
(I think I stink.)

Lord have mercy on me,
Filled with pity and no
longer pretty except when
I forget to think about
this cellulite and what
fell last night.
(I think it was another
layer of myself, a
landslide of the body
quietly giving way.)

Lord have mercy on me,
feeling loveless and shoe-horned
into a small life instead of
the glass-slipper one I wanted.

I’m no Cinderella, Lord,
but I do love pumpkin pie
and pumpkin cheesecake.
I’m getting off-topic now
thinking only of chow.

Lord, have mercy on me,
I don’t know how this knee
shall bow unless you kick
it out from under me.
Go ahead. I’ll count to three.

Vicki Woodyard

5 Comments

  1. Love, Love, Love it! I have a huge smile on my face thinking of you. What a fun Note!

    “I don’t know how this knee shall bow unless you kick it out from under me”…so funny and so true. Thanks for the smiles. Nothing but love…

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      1. Oh yes, Vicki! It took so much, so much to simply get my attention let alone hold my attention. There is something shifting within me. I can feel it but don’t know what it means. I can’t help but think it’s a good thing. Until tomorrow when I find myself back to me. Ha And so it goes.
        Love…

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