Just a Picture on the Wall Paula Day Johns
Reflecting on a picture of my grandmother I realized someday I will be a picture on the wall; Great -great grandfathers and great-great grandmothers Whom I really never knew at all. Their blood still flows through my veins Their prayers for me still simmer before Yahweh; Just a picture on the wall I will be someday An unknown, strange, disconnected highway. The best I can do at this point in time Is to send my prayers and have no regrets; Just a picture on the wall I will be someday My father leans and sees what my prayer pot begets. Prayers spent in pain and tears will never dry They live and breathe and stand Just a picture on the wall I will be someday Looking over the pots’ rim to see how grand. How many prayers went to earth answered How many prayed and still simmer; Just a picture on the wall I will be someday Look into my prayer pot and catch a glimmer.