Prayer at Seventy
God of thresholds, guide
of souls between worlds,
have mercy on me
who when I asked you
if I could pass my last years
with less anxiety
changed me into a tiny spider
launching into the unknown
on a thread of gossamer
and when I begged you
to let me be a bigger
fiercer creature
into a polar bear
leaping between
melting ice flows.
by Vicky FEAVER, at "THE POETRY REVIEW", Volume 104:1, Spring 2014
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I love those tiny little jumping beasts
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