Prayer Factory Poem by Bill Grace

Our house at best a factory of prayer
1 dog,2 cats with which us humans share
the need for communion with The Other
The child in child like ways ecstatic of gain
My wife in her more quiet ways of steepled service
For me the swirls and eddies of it all
West having so much to gain from East
A 'Christ against culture' to use Herr Niehbur's phrase
Still, the spirit can make life sweet
In those moments when home becomes a manufactory of prayer.