Patrick Donnelly

Prayer after Refusing to Pray

Why, when the ferocious beauty that steers this world
has never braked for any cry of mine,

do I find myself making again, toward You
who will always do just as You please,

these motions with my lips and hands and knees,
trying to gentle Your vast wheel off the rails?

My friend is sick in the lymph behind his heart,
a monk, a teacher, Your servant, who loved You so.

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2 thoughts on “Patrick Donnelly

  1. EXCELLENT. I’ve a series of poems about unrequited pleas to the silent goddess. She Who Never Responds. The frustration in Donnelly’s poem is palpable. The powerlessness. The being property of maybe nothing at all.

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