5 Times

Have you ever prayed

Five times a day

Up with the dawn

As if to say

Here I am

Take my hand

Work with me

Tirelessly and slow

Have you ever bent down

Starred at the ground

With your back parallel to the shore

The high noon Sun kissing your toe

Have you ever knelt down

At five o’ clock sharp

Begging for mercy with your head

Your heart

Submitting with third eye floored

Perhaps you have counted patience

With beads or on trees

But did you know the fingers show

A more convenient way to proceed

Through the evening hours

Repeating powers

Of words given to us

Sewed

And right before bed

Your union had wed

One last consolation

With the one you love so.

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