Tell me, if i were to placea prayer upon this pagewould you stare untilshe turned away, ashen-faced
& embarrassedfor being so broken?Or would you take her in your arms and dance herround the elm trees,to the barn and up the raftersto the roofwhere she could risea monarch of proofthat there is Godthat rests between the teethand God awaitsour prayerful speech.How together we could speaka better being into things.If i were to place a prayerupon this screen -would you stareor would you startto sing?