Surely the telephone conveyed my frown
when I complained about a firm across town.
Her friendly tone: she said, "Let me write that down."
I pray, Lord, bless her for her courtesy,
that fully disarmed my loud hostility
(too much pride, not enough humility
in me). Lord, let this poem be my lasting prayer
that she be blessed daily, every time, everywhere.
J-Called
[*/+/^]