I like how you pray. <br /> <br />You just stop <br /> <br />Wherever you are, <br /> <br />At any point in the battle, <br /> <br />And calmly pull <br /> <br />Heaven down around you <br /> <br />Like a cloak that <br /> <br />Becomes a fort. <br /> <br />The angels, <br /> <br />Your sentries, <br /> <br />Take their posts. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />I pray too, <br /> <br />But on the run. <br /> <br />I can't seem to stop <br /> <br />And hunker down. <br /> <br />Alway breathless from <br /> <br />Another foray. My faith <br /> <br />Threadbare and flapping <br /> <br />Behind me as I <br /> <br />Zigzag through <br /> <br />Open country.<br /><br />Francis Santaquilani<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-like-how-you-pray/
