Prayer

Will you let me know when it’s time?

When the sands in the hourglass

blend to just the right mix,

when the heavenly bodies

attune to their own rhythms,

when the world spins on its axis just right?

Will you let me know then,

in case I don’t get it,

in case I’m distracted

by some random event that intrudes

upon my concentration at precisely the same time,

how does that even happen, right?

Will you wake me up if I happen to be asleep

in that compelling moment

when I should really be paying attention?

’Cause I wouldn’t be able to live with myself

if I missed it,

if I missed it again.