Dear Lord, I just don’t have the time
To say aspiration.
My typing shorthand and the rest,
Crowd out all meditation.
I’d like to say a prayer or two,
While working through the day.
But “Yours received” and “We regret”
Are always in the way.
I know that you will understand,
And bless a girl who tries,
So if it’s all the same to you,
Dear Lord, we’ll compromise.
Each time I write a letter,
I’m praying on the keys.
The “M”s are pleas for mercy,
And the “G”s are Glory Be’s.
And when I take a memo, Lord,
I’ll pray to you again.
Each word will mean “I praise thee”,
Each period an “Amen”.
Margaret Baumgarten was a school teacher, a mother, and a farm wife in rural Wisconsin through the middle of the 20th Century. She was also a poet, a storyteller, a writer, and my grandmother. Each Sunday I share one of her works.