The Prayer
it snowed
in Birmingham
today
it started falling fast
last Sunday
and now the ground
is frozen solid
and everything is winter white
and hushed
like when they bring
the baby out
for the mother
and the father
to hold
promises are made
in that moment
whispered like a prayer
that only God can hear
and even as the years
open and fold
and the baby changes form
becomes an adult
the parent prayer remains
ever wrapped in mortal flesh
the gift of time
is a clock on earth
that stops ticking
today or tomorrow
but in Heaven
time is a continuous thing
like a circle
… unbroken
TL