My mother called to tell me
about an old classmate of mine who
was dying on the parish prayer chain --
or was very sick -- or destitute --
or it had not worked out -- the marriage --
or the children were all on drugs -- and
all the old mothers were praying intensely
for all the pain of their children
and for life -- they were praying for life --
in their quiet rooms -- sipping decaf coffee --
I bet they've been praying for me at times --
so I'll find my way -- so I won't rob a bank --
I'll take them -- the mystical prayers of old mothers --
it matters -- all this patient and purposeful love.
Tom Nowlan, The Sound of It (New Rivers Press, 2008)
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