A month or so ago, I heard the poet Billy Collins reading a few of his recent works on "A Prairie Home Companion." I got a kick out of this one, and hope you do too.
"Oh, My God!"
not only in church
and nightly
by their bedsides
do young girls pray
these days
wherever they go
prayer is woven
into their talk
like a bright thread of awe
even in the pedestrian mall
outbursts of praise
spring unbidden
from their glossy lips.
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