Monday, 22 November 2010

Teacher's Morning Prayer

We pray that our vocal cords
Don’t burst
After long periods of shouting, howling, reprimanding

We pray that our sanity remains
Safe and dry
While deep recesses of our conscience
edge to madness every waking hour

We pray that our lungs and rib-cages
Don’t get blocked by chalk dust
We inhale in this dusty business

We do this for these
Ready to blossom to beautiful flowers
And if in the end a coin
Will smoothen our sore vocal cords or
Caress our dead-beat minds or
Water down our chalk-filled lungs
We pray that you plaster a smile on
These agonized faces, contorted in face of miseries
For thou art a teacher to us, O lord

C) Lorot Salem 2010


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