This Prayer I Pray Poem by Frank Avon

When in the everlasting
I dwell

may it be upon these hills
I've walked among

among these trees
I've ambled under

beneath the stars
that guide my nights

within the grace
wherein I've lived

in a time of peace
since infinite

beside the one
I've lain beside

all my life
that has been my life

those pages nearby
we've read or would

some hot baked bread
and blackberry jam

and Earl Grey tea
and pepper jack cheese

a garden to hoe
and roses to grow

laughter of children
and then their children

psalms of David
and the Voice of his Child.

Wait. Stop me now.
How childish am I

my sight so dim
so selfish my hymn

that I should expect
to live the life

I've already lived,
am living now.

O Holy Essence
of wisdom and insight

Who will read aright
these visions I raise -

not as petitions
but as thanks and praise.