HALLOWED
I could live in the prayer’s beginning
HALLOWED HALLOWED HALLOWED
encircled in the symphony of a holy choir
whose singing has no end,
but all too swiftly
I am beyond that
and asking:
GIVE GIVE GIVE
and more than daily bread.
Where do the words come from?
How does my voice insinuate itself
into his prayer?
O Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,
hold my hand.
by Ann Weems