Prayer of Thanksgiving

Prayer of Thanksgiving

It is my secret longing (O Lord!)…

that Thou shalt not punch me in the throat—

nor kick my groin…

it is of great desire to me

that Thou mightst to pour not honey upon

my raw and hemorrhaging, recently scalped skull,

there to release army ants unto

mine utter and bloodied chagrin…

 

And, yea, though we walk—

what with the shadow and the death, and what have ye…

I shall not want—with some exception, of course,

(O miraculous, magnanimous Creator!),

which would be to be filleted not—

or anatomically emasculated…

or infested with the crab lice…

or overtaken by rickets—or crickets

or centipedes or chiggers or slugs…

 

As always (O Heavenly Father!),

with all due respect—I plead, without due cause,

non nor nary of any such undireful happenchancery…

that which I bring upon mine own self notwithstanding,

of course…

 

And I thank Thee (O big, shiny, diffuse God!)—

for turkey and stuffing and pie…

Amen.

 

(…this seemed familiar… methinks I’ve ere done some thing akin—so if it be redundant… well, ‘twill not have been the first time.  Hob nob!  All praise Cailleach!  {Huzzah!!~}  Forsoothly—anon…)

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