Kwame Dawes. Courtesy photo. There is a long and ancient tradition of poetry as a form of prayer, even in the face of faithlessness or persistent belief.
Here, in a poem from his new collection of new and selected poems, “The Naked Prince,” South Carolinian poet, Ben Greer, brings to my mind the faith we have in words, even as he contemplates the comforts of his own faith in God.
Ease By Ben Greer
Sometimes my prayers are short they stop above my head and God must bend to lift the ones which I have pled not nearly hard enough.
But when I think again about my little pleas is it some kind of sin to offer them with ease?
I’m getting old, not long to live. I hold my life above a sieve.
Kwame Dawes. Courtesy photo. There is a long and ancient tradition of poetry as a form of prayer, even in the face of faithlessness or persistent belief.
Here, in a poem from his new collection of new and selected poems, “The Naked Prince,” South Carolinian poet, Ben Greer, brings to my mind the faith we have in words, even as he contemplates the comforts of his own faith in God.
Ease By Ben Greer
Sometimes my prayers are short they stop above my head and God must bend to lift the ones which I have pled not nearly hard enough.
But when I think again about my little pleas is it some kind of sin to offer them with ease?
I’m getting old, not long to live. I hold my life above a sieve.