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Praise to you, God Most High,

For hearing prayer on the fly…

And your delight

Being quiet in your Sight,

Bringing us into your Light.

You would talk with us,

Yet we put up the fuss…

Ne’er slowing down

Nor coming around,

In ways that are not just!

Walking with your children in gardens,

Seeing our eyes at Thee widen…

drying our tears

and calming our fears,

Joy at mutual abiding!

We don’t model for kids,

the closeness and joy you give…

But stay away–

Asking others pray–

Misunderstanding God’s writ.

Pray for me, said like Simon,*

The sorcerer on his own ladder climbing…

Unwilling to claim

Given to him in God’s name,

What Christ, without his help, did buy for him!

–Jonathan Caswell

  •  Simon the Sorcerer…see  The Book of the Acts of the Apostles (or  simply…”ACTS”)  8:9-24.



The light outside like a rainy afternoon,

His alarm clock…five:fifty-one…

He suddenly thought, “I’ve overslept!”

And got up on the run.

His wife was where she’d normally be

Any afternoon…

He’d better call in, frantically,

Telling work he’s late but would get there soon!

Was strange to hear his boss’s voice

Answering the telephone…

It was but Friday morning, AM,

Too early to leave home.

–Jonathan Caswell

(The author works 2nd shift…4:30 PM to 12:30. or so, AM)



His heart sank when she told  him,

“Be CAREFUL!” said with a smile…

Wagging a finger right at me

It wasn’t his favorite style

He should have not said a word,

Her manner scare him to death…

Not the kind of attention he wanted

Nor in that kind of breath.

Yet he have to take time

So corrections don’t hit so deep..

.It’s his for the cycle to break

Not being a self-centered creep.

–Jonathan Caswell