TV's tongue is a messenger,
too often reality
conveying hurtful thoughts
to the brain. Analyzing taking place
until that mass of matter decides.
is on something interesting. A story
catches my eye. South of Timbuktu,
a Dogon man sits on weathered rocks
waiting for celebrations to begin.
His Mask Dance a prayer,
protection from the vengeance
of killed animals as he welcomes
rain upon parched plains.
My coffee travels the short route
to my lips. From a soft sofa
I glance at the comforts in my home:
a bowl of grapes await and TV
easily propels me back to misery
that man has to survive in.
Although I am thankful where God
has placed me in this world, I
know He expects me to be
not only understanding the needs
of others, but to pray for all people.
Richard L. Provencher
My wife, Esther and I really enjoy writing. It is an excellent salve, in addition to prayers, a great wife and family during my continuing recovery from a stroke/aneurysm. You can contact us at: firstname.lastname@example.org re comments on our work. We live in Truro, Nova Scotia, Canada. Pray for others.