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Dawn Potter: Confused Prayer

Faith is a tattered blanket in this age

of fear: a drape of old skin, soul’s girth

swelling with sugar-song, a late-stage

hymn soldering heaven to earth:

.

Engines mocking grace, a chief sinner’s sour

breath, turgid air and guns and tiers

of empty seats, a hundred tweets an hour:

God’s waiting room, fouled with jeers:

.

Fog spreading skirts over the city; a wet-salt kiss;

ordinary patience, a tiny hope-chest

of wonders, a mirror shrouded in mist;

our two bodies alive, awake, undressed:

.

Cow-bells clanking in the summer dark. Hearts’ blood

Pulsing, pulsing. Brown doves crooning in a quiet wood.


Dawn Potter’s many books include Chestnut Ridge (Deerbrook, 2019).

Copyright 2020 Dawn Potter.

2 comments on “Dawn Potter: Confused Prayer

  1. Dawn Potter
    August 2, 2020

    Thank you so much, Barbara–

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Barbara Huntington
    August 1, 2020

    Love the sonnet. Grace in a wretched time. Thank you.

    Liked by 1 person

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