The hoarse, unworthy prayer
echoes in the empty canyons
cut by the persistent rivers.
I stop the microwave at one second––
partly so I can stop the nagging beep
during the night when the house is asleep––
but that one last second is a burden.
I won’t wait for it––I rush to open
the door. I close my patience when the speed
of others lacks that same frugality,
agility so carefully fashioned.
One less second at night is a good thing,
but maybe I can add a few more back
in waking hours when I have some to spare.
There are other kinds of agility;
frugality isn’t always the lack
but the priority set for your cares.
clouds hide stars,
and winds shove
and rain spars.
The helm held
with firm hand
When he opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of those who had been slaughtered because of the word of God and the testimony they had given.They cried out with a loud voice: “Lord, the one who is holy and true, how long until you judge those who live on the earth and avenge our blood?” So they were each given a white robe, and they were told to rest a little while longer until the number would be completed of their fellow servants and their brothers and sisters, who were going to be killed just as they had been.Revelation 6:9-11 CSB
See this article from Anglican Ink.