Let's Make A Deal O Lord

Thou art O Lord a unique One, Me, not but a value-less nought, Without thee I'm a worthless dot, And an object of abject fun; So, I've come to thee this to plead: Be O Good Lord my life's sole lead, And allow me to follow thee, Together sure I'm make we can All multiples and powers of ten; This way can we grow, ye and me— Without zeros one remains one, Sans one, zeros are next to none. This may perhaps sound a little selfish, But this is how my world cooks every dish. _____________________________________________________ Prayers often sound like a bucket list of wishes. And worships are for wanting. Often they are conditional give and take— If you grant me this O God I'll do that, and so forth. Here in this piece it has reduced to a business deal, no less. ______________________________________________________ Sonnets | 02.03.07 |