GIVE US THIS DAY

But for the thunder outside and the sound of

The dogs' paws on the wooden floor,

It is quiet in the house,

Silent

With an inner silence,

As though I have died to myself and have

Ascended   (or descended)

To a different realm.

Such are my thoughts

Alone

This day, this sad and sacred

Silent day,

A day like many others.

It is a dark and impolite time,

But since it is not yet night and he may yet come,

We must remain

Watchful.