CLOUDY DAY IN TOMBSTONE

The air is soft,

Quiet

Here in the country, and the clouds

Bundle, one atop another,

The angels within searching these

Desert hills for lost sheep.

I pray to God

Beg him

To have patience with my prayers,

With their same old tired

Sameness.

Even I am bored though passionately sincere.

Oh Lord God

Are we not the recipients of

Your mercy?