Scattered Graces

May the great unknown emptiness Dwelling in between the pressed glass plates of cathedrals Deal with us as it sees fit, And please help us to remember, That people in other cars Really can't hear our thoughts; Though we can never convince ourselves of this. And also to remember, That our deceased relatives Won't be one bit more dead If we throw out all that useless stuff That they thought of as treasure; But which is really mostly rubble. I ask all this in my name, Since I seem to be the only one around. Amen.