Baked

Yesterday is dead and gone
for which I am deeply grateful

I feel washed, raw, scrubbed
death to resurrection
got a front row seat
but my game is more like
a slow walk than a slam dunk

sometimes this teach-me-to-pray
place is more like grade school
my 5 year old grandson Sam
taught me that you pray sitting
cross-legged on the floor
closing your eyes, holding
your hands lotus-like and
getting very very quiet

who would have thought after
all the sermons prayers
I was given from birth,
that Her voice whispering to
me in the deep woods
was actually prayer even
though i never said much

this morning at the coffee
shop called Baked, I am
but now I know that love
is often soft spoken
sometimes Raw and
sometimes Baked