If a Tree

Distraction runs like uncaged rats.
Frantic minds in folded hands.
In prayer attempting to forget
That God is real none more than I am.

I must believe in myself and neighbor

if I am to care about my own behavior.

and understand that dread importance of
every slightest movement, if I am to love.

In Praying

"Do not babble like the pagans do
Thinking many words louder than few."

I, however, can merely mumble one
At the smashing gravity that I am heard in none.