poems 2/25
Semicolon
“When Hemmingway killed himself he put a period at the end of his life. Old age is more like a semicolon.”
– Kurt Vonnegut
Prayers for time, 9 more hours in a day; please,
let those hours be Yours.
Petition peace, frail chances at silence; make
that our hearts do not stop.
Start, morning drums; slide, trombones; sound, trumpets;
wake us with Your love song.
Hum, night; swing, moon; tuck us in, star swoon;
teach us how to sleep.
Sting of absent time, burn in our bones; make
us older and wiser.
Needs and joys we have, aging list of expectations; please,
let us be young again.
“When Hemmingway killed himself he put a period at the end of his life. Old age is more like a semicolon.”
– Kurt Vonnegut
Prayers for time, 9 more hours in a day; please,
let those hours be Yours.
Petition peace, frail chances at silence; make
that our hearts do not stop.
Start, morning drums; slide, trombones; sound, trumpets;
wake us with Your love song.
Hum, night; swing, moon; tuck us in, star swoon;
teach us how to sleep.
Sting of absent time, burn in our bones; make
us older and wiser.
Needs and joys we have, aging list of expectations; please,
let us be young again.
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