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This poem is dedicated to my dear friend Meglet!


A billion prayers or so,
each day up to Heaven go
and tumble all about the feet of God....
They arrive in every color,
some are bright and some are duller
and as they fall He gives a gentle nod.

Prayers selfish or conniving,
all burn upon arriving,
and fall as ashes on the sender's head....
while those with whine or grumble,
cause the Heavens all to rumble,
and drop to earth as solid bits of lead.

But the prayers sincere and deep
are the ones God likes to keep,
to show to all the angels near and far....
He sets these prayers apart,
and to keep them near His heart
He makes each one an everlasting star.

~ Martin Buxbaum