A statuette of Durga,
alluring goddess of

divine destruction
and new creation,

in her sky blue and
cloudy white robes,

on a shelf above the
swirling gray smoke of

a burning unfiltered
cigarette in the

sunny orange ashtray
on the kitchen table-

top the color of the
churning stormy sea.

Why must I be within your heart
This hurts as I wanted to leave,
When with eternity you grow,
And every fare declines way.

This could mean I shall stay,
But for whom,
Just for you.

He remembered a detail—
just one.

And somehow that was enough…

to make up for everything he forgot.

Let not our hearts be troubled, as we wait upon the Lord.
Help us not to stumble,in case we fail to rise.
Help us not to exalt ourselves, lest we be taken down.
Help us not to remove  our eyes from you,
Lest You turn your face the other way.
Help us not to close our ears, lest from you we do not hear.
Help us to know our sins, that righteousness we do not esteem as our own.
Help us always to see the needs of others, so we may give a lending hand.
Help us not to faulter
but to seek you while you may be found.
Turn not Your back from us because it is your pity we require.
Do not harden Your heart against us because sheoul is not a place we  seek.
But make us now a written  letter and place us in Your heart.
Seal us with Your signet ring and in there will I abide.