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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Friday, January 09, 2004
    Everyday stuff
     
    The thoughtful note on the back of a postcard - that's a prayer, that;
    The instant impersonal email - that's a curse.
    The little hug for a collegue's birthday - that's a prayer, that;
    The hurried brush-past in the corridor - that's a curse.
    The unrestrained armwaving goal celebration - that's a prayer, that;
    The "You're not singing anymore" - that's a curse.
    The leg-stretching stroll across the park - that's a prayer, that;
    The kick of shattered glass across the path - that's a curse.
    The time allowed for the other driver's manouevre - that's a prayer, that;
    The scowl behind the windscreen - that's a curse.
    The offered help, the proffered gift - that's a prayer, that;
    The hands-in-pocket safekeeping gesture - that's a curse.
    The blog that causes smiles or sighs - that's a prayer, that;
    The post of self-indulgence - that's a curse.
    The curse against all cursed things - that's a prayer, that;
    The prayer for me alone - that's a curse.