+ 1ST POEMS: Written To Pray For Blessings Upon Her, The One Who Answered The Phone

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

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