Lift not your prayers <br />skyward. Beg not favor <br />from any who claim heaven <br />is not here and now. <br /> <br /> <br />Sky gods have yet to hear, <br />much less answer, the prayers <br />of those burned at the stake <br />during the Spanish Inquisition. <br /> <br /> <br />Go, instead, to the nearest graveyard. <br />Go while rain or snow choke the air, <br />and the sky is small and timid and gray. <br /> <br /> <br />Pray, eyes downcast, to the god of muck <br />and earthworms, the god of ragged pants <br />and shoeless souls. <br /> <br /> <br />Saturn, god of common sense, <br />transformer of gold into lead, <br />of spirit into matter. <br /> <br /> <br />A god less romantic but <br />infinitely more pragmatic <br />than Zeus, Zoroaster, or Vishnu. <br /> <br /> <br />Saturn, father of earth, child <br />of the sky, recognizes the most holy <br />in the most profane. <br /> <br /> <br />'As below, so above.'<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/praying-lessons/
