Invite powers of the everyday to cut through.
No spider, just friend hiding, faster than sight.
Use every natural word, even essence, embrace.
So long I’ve loved you under brown and moss,
licking your knuckle, searching for the bone
of your hem. Using these words of prayer
and mixing them up. Whether it’s Glory,
or O, or Hail, or Angel, or Lord, or even
Yahweh, it’s true you’re here to help me
today. I’m still looking for the prayer
that begins with Kindness. So, as I walk
up the street, O there’s glory in a little beagle,
found on the roadside, under hail, his angel
protecting him, as the man scoops him up
and has been caring for him ever since
the Lord brought him to his feet, no
longer afraid, given to the man like
kindness, or from a Hebrew Yahweh
who loves us from hound-dog eyes.