(To the mediocre musician. On the guitar. A Psalm of Rebekah.)
(Poem 38 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
May the Lord listen to your prayers;
may you feel blessed to be alive.
May you never have to wait too long
for packages you ordered to arrive.
May your coffee stay hot ‘til the last drop,
and your Wi-fi connection be strong.
May your wait-times be short when you’re on hold
and your days off feel pleasantly long.
May the dogs come when you call
and never escape through the fence.
May your children behave out in public
and your dishes be easy to rinse.
May your bills get paid on time in full
and your credit score be high.
May you look at the person you’re in love with
and never wonder why.
May your shows renew and stream with ease;
may no spoilers give away the end.
May you have the best time filming yourself,
taking part in the latest trend.
May the book you’re reading have a sequel,
and you win the game you play.
May your friends all want to come to your gig,
and you have a lovely day.
For simple are the joys that comfort our hearts
when chaos is all around.
And plenty of thanks is our if we notice
the blessings that abound.
(Inspired by reading the Psalms of the Bible) – 38th poem of the year
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