Ease
By
Ben Greer
Sometimes my prayers are short
they stop above my head
and God must bend to lift
the ones which I have pled
not nearly hard enough.
But when I think again
about my little pleas
is it some kind of sin
to offer them with ease?
I’m getting old, not long to live.
I hold my life above a sieve.
they stop above my head
and God must bend to lift
the ones which I have pled
not nearly hard enough.
But when I think again
about my little pleas
is it some kind of sin
to offer them with ease?
I’m getting old, not long to live.
I hold my life above a sieve.
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We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2020 by Ben Greer, “Ease” from The Naked Prince, New and Selected Poems, (Press 53, 2020). Poem reprinted by permission of Permissions Company, LLC and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.