God, please help these your children now to seize
these gifts in time, these opportunities
to spend time with each other in the breeze
(or gale) of your good spirit, yet not wheeze,
but hear your hopes in rustling of the trees...
and then to be enabled to join in
in ways that if unstable are not sin,
thus we would ask for them (& too, ourselves)
to learn to walk so when they talk these smells
of heaven that are wafting round about -
in speech, and too in lofty thoughts, and doubts,
and songs and chants concomitants in time,
to be the smells of hominids sublime.
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