On Earth as It Is in Heaven by Heather Owens

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I scribble my plans 

In purple crayon 

On yesterday’s grocery stubs. 

 

When I pull them from my pockets 

And smooth them  

To present 

 

They grow suddenly small 

Yet large as life itself, 

Diamonds drawn in wax 

 

All my treasure, 

Wrinkled and smudged, 

Crossed, rewritten 

 

Take them, take them! These hopes, 

A flurry like feathers, 

Of such great weight to my soul 

 

They are yours. Do what you will. 

Pen your own plans. 

On my clay heart. 

 

Not my lists, but yours 

Be done this day. 

Give on earth this glimpse of heaven. 

 

from The Lord’s Prayer series 

November 2019